Oddly enough, thoughts about the Tanda pits still make me quiver up to now. Insensibly, there’s that sinister feeling that grows stronger and stronger, each time I flip through my camera roll -- the feeling that some inexplicably powerful black magic hostilely hovers by. The journey I undertook, gingerly walking about the compound allegedly inhabited by the god of death himself – that, my dear, is what I hadn't the faintest idea what I’d signed up for.
A day in Walumbe’s Tanda Pits, home to the god of death.
