After shooting was over, we had a lazy morning on Sunday.
Brian went along with the sisters to the Sunday church service, which lasted 2
½ hours. He said the music – many of the Maasai are in the choir – was
fabulous, but he couldn’t understand most of the rest. The sisters asked him to stand up and tell
the congregation what we were doing here, and those who understood his English
were supportive. The rest of us kicked
back and had a well-deserved rest.
After lunch, Engelbert and the sisters advised us on how to
walk toward the Kenyan border, 7 km. away, by just following the path and
climbing a small mountain from which we could see Kenya. We started out, and enjoyed the walk, seeing
goats and cattle, watched over by Maasai boys, along the way. We saw a number of bomas, built in the
traditional style with cow dung, but we also saw quite a few other kinds of structures
that were clearly houses. It was alternately sunny and overcast; we were armed
with sunscreen and hats. I kept taking
off and putting on a long-sleeved shirt to protect my neck and arms from the
sun. We walked quite a ways, but finally
decided to turn back when the direction of the trail became less clear. Several
of us were concerned about not being able to find our way back in the dark, and
Ivan, who had been a Boy Scout in Hong Kong, was worried that we were out there
without a compass. In the afternoon, the
sun was clearly our compass, but after dark, we would have lost that tool.
So . . . our walk was aborted, but we safely made it back to
the hostel – and jumped into the ice-cold showers.
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