After the thunderstorms outside our tent lulled us to sleep, we woke to a gloomy morning. Thursday, our fourth day of safari, we headed back from where we came, all the way back through the Serengeti and Ngorongoro Conservation Areas. Along our route we stopped at a boma, or miniature village, of one of the Masai tribes that live in the area.
We were greeted with the traditional song and dance of the Masai; the men stand apart from the women, but the harmony they create with their voices together is both beautiful and haunting. Then a member of the tribe, the son of the chief (who can have up to 20 wives, so sorry dude, not really such a huge honor), took us into the village and one of the grassy, mud huts where they sleep. He explained that their diet consists entirely of the cows and goats they raise, including the blood, which they drink with the milk. Apparently the excess intake of iron is why their teeth look like this:
Sidenote: After much thought, I’ve decided to go ahead and post my pictures of these people. Not only are they beautiful photos from a noteworthy experience, but we also paid a significant fee to tour the boma and were given explicit permission to take photographs. I found it rather awkward to even take the photos at first, but when I showed my subjects their images they always responded with big, toothy smiles. Therefore, I believe the privilege to take pictures for which we paid also extends to the privilege to post the same photos to my blog. Additionally, there is no other personally identifiable information and if you think you’ll be able to find these semi-nomadic people in the middle of the Tanzanian bush based off a photo, good luck.
Anyway, after the tour, we were given the opportunity to ask questions and shop the jewelry made by the women of the tribe. I found a bracelet for me and a necklace for O. Joey bought an ebony club after learning that is what the Masai warriors use to kill the lions which attack their herds.
After a long day in the car and a minor accident (Ibrahim accidentally careened the vehicle into the embankment – it was rainy and he was going a little too fast, but we’re all fine. Joey says he broke his toe but I’m pretty sure he’s fine), we checked into our last safari lodge. Another beautiful property, the Ngorongoro Farm House is located on a working coffee plantation and has the best coffee I’ve ever tasted in my life. The views were almost as good as the coffee.
|Click here for all of my pictures from Day 4 of our safari|