The pygmy people living on the edge of the wood in Semuliki National Park lose little by little their tradition. After they had to leave the forest in the national park they couldn't develop an adequate style of life. The pygmies spend the day hanging around their banana-leaf huts, smoking dope, drinking and waiting for the next bunch of tourists to arrive. They are locked into a cycle of dependency which would now be difficult to break. Their situation offers a short, sharp lesson in the potential consequences of irresponsible cultural voyeurism. The trip to the pygmy people turned out to be one of the most depressing experiences I've had in Africa.