On Day 7 (safari in the afternoon day) as we were riding along in the lorry, I was chatting to one of the girls beside me and a bunch of kids came running down the road to say hi to us, as usual. On autopilot, I raised my hand to say Jambo (thus coining the phrase Jambo-ing) and my camera went flying off my wrist onto the road! Well, I started waving frantically to James the Warrior and he smiled back at me, he was always smiling, until he understood what had happened then got the attention of the driver and told him to stop. We started backing up and I just prayed my camera wasn't too badly damaged and then one of the guys spotted a kid pick up my camera and...run down a side lane with it (by "lane" I mean between two corn fields)! For some reason, this was shocking to me, didn't expect it at all - quite naïve of me really. And then James went into "warrior mode". I didn't see it myself but apparently his facial expression and demeanour completely changed and he jumped out of the truck and ran after the kid! Of course, we didn't see if he had to take out his machete or not but a few minutes later he came back with my camera in hand. And the camera was no worse for wear, phew, what a relief! James was definitely my hero that day. :)
Another important experience I forgot to share was on Day 5, after dinner we all gathered by a campfire to listen to James and Jackson talk about what is was like to grow up in the Maasai culture and become a Warrior. They are uniquely the last generation to kill a lion as a sign of bravery and also the first generation to go to University. It is truly fascinating to hear how this culture is embracing massive change but also keeping many of their traditions alive to be passed down to the next generation. They openly answered our questions about arranged marriage, female circumcision etc. It was a wonderful, personal experience and I feel we got to know not only the Maasai people a little bit better but also these two guides who were spending the week with us making sure we had the best possible experience in Kenya. They are both wonderful people and I'm very happy to have met them.
And the last thing I forgot to mention was before we went for warrior training we got to "shop" at the Me to We Bogani "store" - which is basically a room where they keep some of the beautiful beaded jewelry and rungus that we saw being made, really cool t-shirts (like my "I heart Maasai Warriors" t-shirt), Kenya Boys Choir CDs, and other fun souvenirs. Needless to say, after a week in Africa, just as the Western world withdrawal was starting to subside, I went a bit nuts in the store! Many of you have been recipients of some of my purchases. And as I said before, there is a store in Toronto if anyone would like to buy some gorgeous African artifacts and support a good cause. (Heeroos, you know what you're getting for Christmas! Lol).
Here are a few more pictures from my last day...
Me and Justus (my spider killer) :)
Local Vervet Monkey
Goodbye Bogani...I'll miss you!
So, that pretty much captures my favourite memories from the Free the Children portion of my trip. Next up Mombasa!