This is quite a reality check.

These hills are filled with lethal predators and I run

the risk of winding up like this poor goat.

In some of the most inhospitable places on earth...

tribal people have survived against the odds

for thousands of years.

I'm Hazen Audel...

survival instructor and wilderness guide.

I want to learn from the masters...

so I'm traveling to some of the most remote corners of

the globe to take on the toughest tribal challenges.

To succeed... I must survive the tribe.

These arrows have gotta count.

Amazing.

It's absolutely amazing.

This time... I'm with the Samburu...

a herding tribe whose lives traditionally

depend on cattle.

A complete survival kit... the cow can provide all of the

food these warriors need...

milk... meat and blood.

The Samburu live in an arid region of equatorial Kenya.

It's a varied landscape from mountain ranges to scrub

and desert plains... but it's all tough.

After three days of traveling...

I reach an isolated village.

This is my introduction to one of Africa's most

formidable tribes.

The look that these people have...

the way they look at you and how tall they are...

it is intimidating.

These are the guys that are gonna show me what it's like

to live out here.

I'm here to learn the unique survival skills

of the Samburu.

I have ten days to master the techniques they've honed over

centuries before I take on the ultimate challenge,

An extreme multi-day cattle drive to deliver

famished cows to essential new pastures.

Going through one of the most hostile environments

in the world.

My mentor while I'm here will be Kasana.

He is one of the Samburu elite...

Who take on the vital responsibility of protecting

the community's livestock.

I start immersing myself in tribal life by dressing

in a traditional ashukka.

Kasana then sets my first task; identifying dangerous

animals that have come close to the village perimeter.

The Samburu share their home with some of the most

deadly creatures on the planet.

They are prepared for attack at all times.

And routinely scout for signs of danger in the area.

Straight away... I come across some fresh tracks.

You can just barely make it out.

Here's the main paw... the toe imprints...

a little bit of claw.

It's a hyena track.

These predators prey on the Samburu's livestock but can

also attack and kill humans.

Hyenas... for these people...

are one of the most dangerous animals.

It's not just tooth and claw that I have to be

on high alert for.

This is a track that's really easy to spot right there.

That's an elephant track.

These are the largest land mammals on earth and

can bulldoze anything that gets in their way.

These guys live right next door to some dangerous...

dangerous animals.

The Samburu's main concern isn't humans being

attacked but their precious cattle...

whose importance permeates every level of

tribal life here.

Not only can they provide all their food but

they're also marriage dowries and an elder's

wealth is determined by the size of his herd.

It's their grocery store and life savings but...

above all... it gives them status within the tribe.

Next... I have to take some of these precious cows

to water directly through predator territory.

It's the end of the dry season and water is

at its most scarce.

The nearest functioning well is an hour away.

Take this one?

Okay... she's got big horns.

I'm a novice at herding...

so Kasana has started me off small with five cows.

Herding is a basic skill I've got to master.

Otherwise... I'll be a liability on the

final challenge of the cattle drive.

To get the herd to go left...

you come in from the right and vice versa.

It's not rocket science but simple things

aren't always easy.

It's already hard work keeping up with these guys...

who wanna get to water.

There's a lot of running around that...

in this heat...

is sapping my energy and fluids quickly.

Dehydration in these conditions can have

dangerous effects.

I can understand these cows are very lean.

There's no fat on them like American cows.

After an hour... we reach the well.

It's the only water source in the area...

so it'll also be a draw for any local predators.

Kasana is satisfied that I can handle a small herd...

but that was just the first test.

My fluid levels are low but the priority now is

to get water for the cows.

I'll have to wait!

This well has been dug straight into the sand with

no supporting structure.

Whoa!

And it regularly collapses.

These sides are so unstable.

There we go.

Whoa... look out.

These walls just keep caving in on us.

Cows need a lot of water and getting it out

of the ground and up to the trough is

serious physical work.

On the final challenge...

getting water is going to be a huge task.

There will be a much larger herd to deal with and no

permanent wells along the trail.

In this arid landscape... using as little water as

possible is a key survival strategy.

It's embedded in Samburu life and my host mother

shows me how the village women clean their

kitchenware without water.

Put some of the charcoal in there and shake it around.

This is how they clean their dishes.

Cleanliness is important here.

In these temperatures...

food spoils rapidly and whenever possible...

it's consumed fresh.

Like the Samburu super food... cow's blood.

Packed full of protein...

this is an important part of the warrior's diet and is

drunk straight from the cow but collecting it requires

a steady hand and a sure shot.

This is a very special arrow tip.

It's only meant to go that deep...

just through the skin and penetrate one

side of the jugular.

It's gotta be precise.

If you don't do it in the right spot...

you run the risk of killing one of the cows.

Killing a cow here would take away a vital food source

and deprive the Samburu of their most valuable asset.

That would probably be the worst thing I

could possibly do here.

Okay... Kasana has selected our donor.

Now... to catch a cow.

A tourniquet is tied around the cow's neck.

Constricting the blood flow brings the veins to the

surface of the skin... making it a clear target.

I've got to fire the arrow point blank and with the

precise amount of force.

Kasana tells me... the cow will feel little pain...

but I am uncomfortable doing this.

I'm nervous.

I've gotta stay focused and hold my nerve.

Time to go for the jugular.

HAZEN AUDEL: Agh!

I didn't fire with enough force.

1... 2... (bleep)!

This is my last chance.

Kasana marks out exactly where I have to hit.

I haven't succeeded this time.

It's turned out to be much harder than I thought.

But this is a skill I've got to master...

Because it will be essential on the cattle drive.

Kasana shows me how it's done.

You know... I made multiple attempts on the

neck of this poor cow.

I wasn't getting the jugular.

The Samburu might take two pints of blood at a time.

Then the wound is pinched shut.

No band aid needed here.

This cow will be good as new in a relatively

short amount of time.

Finally... a handful of sand is used to help seal

the wound and the cow is fine.

As for me... things are about to get uncomfortable.

I'm going to have to drink the blood but once

it's exposed to air... it starts to solidify.

With vigorous stirring... the coagulant collects on

the stick and can be removed.

So... the rest is liquid and then there's just

the coagulated blood.

Evidently they feed this to the dog.

It's time to drink.

This is a totally new experience for me and I

know there's a genuine risk of illness.

It's warm and they want me to drink more.

The first sip was hard to keep down but each one

after that gets slightly easier.

This is gonna take some getting used to.

Now for the second course: a Samburu smoothie...

blood mixed with milk.

It tastes a lot better.

Taste more like milk and a hint of blood.

Warriors have lived off of only blood and milk for

months at a time and for the rest of my stay here...

this will be my diet.

Lunch break over... it's time to get back to work.

Deadly wildlife is a constant threat and the tribe has

built a ring of thorns around the village to protect

humans and livestock alike.

Lekiora ... the patriarch of the family

I'm staying with...

shows me how to maintain this vital defense.

This stuff is pretty incredible.

It's like nature's barbed wire Look at these thorns.

Spikes like this will keep the cattle in and hopefully...

the animals that want to eat them... out.

They're almost impossible to handle so the Samburu

have a tool for the job.

This is an interesting stick...

specially made to mend these fences.

It has a way to tuck in...

those branches and then it has a hook to grab.

Anything you can do to keep your fragile fingers away

from those huge thorns.

On the cattle drive...

I'll build a thorn fence like this... from scratch.

During the night... it will be the only thing standing

between me and the deadly wild animals.

Just outside the village... there's a shocking reminder

of what the defenses are made to keep out.

We're called to a leopard kill that happened within the

last couple of hours.

One of the girls of the village was herding about

40 goats and all of a sudden...

a leopard pounced out of the bush...

took down one of her goats.

She got really scared.

She was terrified.

She ran back to the village to tell the elders

and here they are.

These big cats easily pick off livestock and

even though it's rare... some have become man eaters.

This is quite a reality check.

These hills are filled with lethal predators and I'm

gonna be out here spending the night with my livestock

and I run the risk of winding up like this poor goat.

At dusk... the whole community and their livestock

retreat behind the safety of the thorn fence.

I bed down in my host family's hut.

It's my first experience of being in a place like this

where you look outside and there's tracks