This blog is named after my dog, Dino the wonder dog. Other than that, this blog doesn’t have a lot to do with him, except that some days, when I am just too busy or too tired or have a migraine, I let Dino write my blog for me. On days when he has not taken over the computer, I write about my life – the past, the present and the future - my travels far and near and my home. I would love it if you would follow along.
Friday, July 9, 2010
I still am stuck on what stories to share next. I think because so many small things happened while we were in Mosiro that I'm having difficulty pulling them all together. So, for today, you just get pictures again.
Our daily dinner. Every day one of the goats would disappear and reappear in a stew. The boys from our team watched them die one day and then ate raw kidneys with the Maasai - a delicacy and supposed to make you manly or something. Didn't really work for Nate, Carson or Brandon.
Catch from the river one day. The Maasai say they don't fish because they don't like the taste. Hmm? But raw goat guts is a delicacy?
Random view of where we were camped.
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