Jambo from the Masai!

That means “hello” in Swahili. So, hello, from maybe my favoritest vacation, ever. At the very least, it’s top two.

Here’s six reasons why:

  1. At the Masai village we went to today, this guy causally mentioned that for his bar mitzvah, he had to go out in the bush and kill a male lion with a spear. So, yeah, we copped the tunics cum blankets he was slinging. image
  2. We ran into a herd of fifteen or so elephants today on an early-morning game drive and it was profound as hell. The sense of power and peace that these grey glaciers radiated as they slipped past our jeep was deep; us, temporal, and them, infinite. Then they brought out the calves and it was over, emotionally.

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  3. The Fairmont Mara Safari Club is superb in all facets: staff, location, service, and room.

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    Everyone smiles. The food is delicious. The tent is dope. We are three minutes from the reserve.

  4. Pops is over the moon. At everything. How could that not be my favorite birthday gift? image
  5. Lots of people take photos of the Masai people. And, it kinda felt like a human zoo at some points, even though their lifestyle is about 97% traditional. I mean, they made fire for us.imageimageSo, I took my Fuijfilm Instax camera and took selfies with all the little elementary school kids, gave them the photos to keep and felt a lot better about the whole thing. I just wished I had brought more film.

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  6. When we were speeding solo over the savannah, the sun slowly waking, the animals, peaceful, and the entire horizon gorgeous and wild, well, I couldn’t really grasp the feeling. And then, Simba appeared. image

2 thoughts on “Jambo from the Masai!

  1. Dude…racist a bit? Douchebag a lot? A human zoo? I enjoyed reading your site until this post. Have never seen you reference other cultures and traditions in such a way. FYI: Africans have been enslaved and exploited in human zoos dating back to the 1800’s. Of course you’re savvy enough to know this, which makes you even more of a douche.

    • Whoa, buddy, apologize for offending you. That was the term a German on our tour used to describe the initial sing-a-long – where adults and children grabbed us and wanted us to dance and sing with them. It felt bizarre and probably is not the way a person is greeted each time they enter the village. My skin was crawling, somewhat, being a white American and having black Africans sing and dance for me (and everyone else in the group). Later, when we were just talking to certain Masai villagers, specifically the man who sold us the blankets, the village didn’t have a hoary, theme park attitude and the interactions were much more natural and real. That was my favorite part. I mean zero disrespect to the Masai people, I meant only to reference my own feelings about an uncomfortable part of the trip that I clearly failed to fully flesh out.

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