Thursday, July 3, 2014
Masai Mara
This trip is not easy.
Up this morning at 4 AM to get to the launch site for our balloon over
the Masai Mara before dawn. We were
awakened with coffee and/or hot chocolate and set out as excited as can
be. Liftoff was just as dawn was
breaking, and we had an incredible hour and a quarter floating over the plain,
looking at the incredible animals:
After landing we had an amazing champagne breakfast:
That was just the beginning of a full day. The next activity was a visit to a Masai
village. Our camp, Leleshwa, employs a
number of local villagers, and when clients want to visit, they rotate which
village to visit. We went to the home
town of one of the security guards. We
learned so much about the Masai, whose world and lives are as different from
ours as they could be. Traditionally
nomadic herders of cattle and sheep, they are more and more becoming
semi-nomadic living in small villages in semi-permanent homes. The village is arranged in a circle of structures,
and the cattle are out to graze during the day but in the circle at night to
protect them from marauding predators.
They have no electricity or plumbing.
The homes are tiny and windowless, with cooking fires inside and very
poor chimneys, so they are very smoky all the time:
The diet is traditionally made up of meat, milk and cow
blood—a typical breakfast is warm fresh milk mixed with freshly drawn cow blood
(from the jugular vein of the cow) and some smoked meat. They have just begun to incorporate some
grains into their diet and do have some corn meal based things. There is no local agriculture and they have
no vegetables. Here is one of the elders
with one of our elders. He has very large holes in his earlobes:
The men gathered and chanted/sang and danced for us,
incorporating us into the dancing!
There is a tradition of jumping which is amazing to
see. With no apparent wind-up, they pop
into the air, amazingly high:
Josh did his best to do as well:
The children look well enough nourished, but they are
very dirty and surrounded by so many flies that they don’t even shoo them away:
Women are married at puberty just after they are “circumcised”
to men in their early 20’s, who dominate the family and make all
decisions. The women came out and danced
for us to their own chanting/singing and incorporated our women into the dance:
Then the men demonstrated starting a fire with two pieces
of wood, something I had tried to learn as a Boy Scout but had totally failed
at. They made it look easy. They need to be able to make fire when they
are far away with their cattle, and they know how to do it.
Finally, they opened their “shop” where they sold their
handicrafts:
The buying process was odd—you selected the things you
wanted to buy, and brought them outside the display area where you bargained
for the total cost of everything you had chosen. We didn’t bargain very hard:
By now we were hungry and tired, and went back to the
camp for lunch and a brief rest. In the
late afternoon we went to a local school.
Although education is compulsory in Kenya, it is only recently that the
Masai have begun sending children for a traditional education, part of the
transition from a nomadic life to a settled one. The headmaster was very proud of the
accomplishments of his students, who have performed well on Kenyan standardized
testing, despite very basic facilities:
We watched the boys put on a chanting and marching
demonstration, making formations not unlike those our marching bands do:
Our five children then joined in the somewhat wild soccer
game already underway, and Oren looked good playing with much larger children:
We went back to our camp, washed up, and were treated to
a wonderful last dinner at Leleshwa, under the stars, preceded by drinks around
a fire:
After dinner the staff put on a wonderful show of
chanting and dancing, ultimately incorporating us into the performance.
By now it was after 9:00, we had been up
since 4:00 AM, and we collapsed into our rooms, needing to pack and be at the
local air strip to meet our charter plane at 10:00 the next morning.
It sounds like you are on an exhilarating, exhausting trip. Sleep well, my friends!!!
ReplyDeleteBalloon ride looked like great fun - what sights! The visit to the village was an eye opener to different lifestyles - I wonder what they think about ours? Long and event filled days, but loads to absorb. I'd love to hear the impressions of the children.
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once again victor you've done a great job. He is a thought. Why not try using your camera and video mode in recording the kids impression so you can compile the mall later on. Bill
ReplyDeleteBrings back fond memories of our trip two years ago. What a kick it must be to watch your grandchildren absorb the very different lifestyle and participate in the experience. I too would love to hear from them, maybe instead of video you could have of them write a couple of sentences about their reactions for your followers to read.
ReplyDeleteI wish I had video on my camera (old Canon XT) but I don't. The kids were unable to really process what they saw. Oren was clear that he certainly wouldn't want to live like that but was hard to draw out. I think it was truly overwhelming at some level and so became opaque. Victor
ReplyDeleteCurious to know how the Masai communicate with you? English or through a translator? My guess is that the kids will process this in their own time, and although it may not be as complete as you'd hope, the memories of this great adventure with your family will have a life long impact.
ReplyDeleteEnjoying your adventure vicariously!
In the village there was minimal English. The Masai guides traveling with us are fluent, however, and translate for us, and one or two of the villagers did have some ability in English. Thanks!.
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