July 2008 Masai Village
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Sure enough, after maybe a couple of minutes, the dung was aflame.
I'm struggling here to leave that worded tactfully.
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The chief's son said that his parents have picked for him his first wife. He will pick the second and any others.
Women build the huts out of dung and straw and mud. We were invited into one. The entrance way is extremely narrow and with a low clearance. Once inside, we found it completely dark, other than a few holes in the wall, for light and ventilation. Later, thinking about how several of the Masai are certainly taller than many Americans, I wondered: why not build just a few inches higher (and wider?) |

Mancala!
After the presentation, we were "invited" outside the circle of huts to a large semicircle of goods for sale. The villagers used sales tactics worthy of American car dealerships and timeshares.
Eventually, as we left, the tribe followed us to sing a traditional farewell song. We got back to the lodge just in time for the 4:00 game drive.
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