We were in Saikeri, the land
of the Maasai for such a short time. Tuesday afternoon came and we needed to
head back to Nairobi.
What are my fondest memories
of Maasailand? The peace, the quiet, the stillness at night sitting in the yard
looking up at a million stars and finding the Big Dipper and knowing that we
are never that far from home, that home is where you find yourself. (And
kicking myself for not at least trying to get a picture.)
And who can forget the
infamous choo, the hole in the ground to use for a toilet. Going for four days
without a shower. The medical clinic with no water or electricity. Minor
inconveniences in the grand scheme of things.
Oh, but the chai tea. Until
you have had chai tea made in the Bush by a Maasai momma, you have not had chai
tea. If you get the chance you also have to try authentic ugali, but only a
small piece.
The ride there in the back of
an ancient Toyota pickup. And the ride back on the back of a piki-piki, a
Kenyan motorbike fit for three and a week’s worth of supplies.
Sigh. I would go back to
Kenya in a heartbeat if I could, and I would definitely spend more time at the
place beyond the end of the road.
The yard at the volunteer house in Saikeri. The shower room is on the far right - a shower of course is taken using two buckets of rain water. The choo - or toilet - is just next to the shower room.
Sunset
The piki-piki ride back to Ngong. While I was hanging on for dear life, Val was holding her camera out to the side to get pictures.
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