The Maasai

You can't help but be fascinated by what you see out the window of your vehicle as you make your way through safari country. And, if you are like me, you might feel a little worried that the real Tanzania is flashing by you at 80 kilometres per hour. It's a montage of an everyday life that's very different from home; so colourful; so honest. I treasure the moments where we stopped and interacted with locals - pulling over to pass out pencils or candy to children, buying fruits and vegetables from local women, sharing what was left of our lunches with hungry strangers passing by. And while I do know that the authenticity of these interactions is indeed tainted by the fact that we are a bunch of tourists in a safari vehicle, I still feel blessed to have had those experiences.

One of the most fascinating things to see were the Maasai tribesmen - regal, tall and easily spotted with their spears and tribal cloth. Though it wasn't on our itinerary, I asked if we could stop at a Maasai village and our tour guide, Issa, happily obliged. Again - I fully realize that this might not be the most authentic of encounters - but it was a welcome break from the air conditioned safety of our vehicle and a chance to learn about a way of life so different than our own.

We were warmly greeted by Paolo - one of the Chief's sons. Paolo - who was extremely well spoken and funny - let us know it would be $40 (for both of us) to visit, and that this money would be used to purchase water in the dry season and that the money is shared across multiple tribal villages, not just their own.  As we approached the village we were greeted by the entire tribe with singing and dancing - an unbelievable sight! We were even pulled in to dance with the women and adorned with beaded necklaces.

We were then escorted into the village, protected by a wall of acacia branches. Paolo introduced us to many of the tribes people and was sure to point out the single males who were trying to impress us with their jumping. Paolo also brought us into a home. Built from grass and cow dung the homes are small and contain two sleeping areas and a fire for cooking. (And no, the house surprisingly did not smell like cow dung). Paolo happily answered all of our stupid questions and told us much about the very traditional life he leads here. We gladly purchased some beautiful beaded jewelry made by the women in the tribe and then visited the nursery school, where only the youngest children are allowed to attend. The children were timid, polite, sweet...and seemed very excited to learn.

I know a lot of guidebooks might suggest skipping this in favour of a "real'" experience - but I am very glad I had the chance to do this and would recommend it to others. The money your pay (which, frankly, isn't much) goes to provide support for the most important of necessities in life, clean water. Just do keep in mind that you are not on safari - these are people who have welcomed you into their home. Show your respect with humility and an open mind. I carefully took photos - engaging with my subject and receiving their permission before shooting. Enjoy!