Maasai homestead
Back at the campsite our tents etc. were packed onto the vehicle.
sleeping bags and sleeping roll |
woodwork shop |
We descended from Ngorongoro, stopping at a craft emporium in Mto wa
Mbu to do some shopping. (Or in my case to relax in the shade with
some softdrink.) We also stopped so Jackson could buy food for dinner.
Then we ploughed through mud and past Maasai homesteads to our
destination. We started by visiting a nursery school (a single building).
Our tents (and a bush toilet) were set up inside the boma, or
homestead, of our local guide. There were two huts, one for each of
his wives. His twenty seven cattle were out being pastured by relatives
and we walked out a little to meet them coming back.
The women from the local area (and some of the young men) danced for us
(and then sold handicrafts).
The others were too tired, but I walked to a nearby homestead with our guide.
We had dinner in a specially built hut, which with the dung walls not yet
finished let the breeze in nicely — it was rather warm and I didn't
even bother unpacking the sleeping bag.
Saturday 26th March
We were supposed to go out with the Maasai herders and join in the
milking, but people wanted to get back to Arusha early so we just looked
around locally while our vehicle was packed.
Back at the Ahadi Lodge, we said goodbye to Brian and Janet and Simon and
Mub and Jackson. Mamie and Camilla and I paid to use a room so we could
have showers, then caught a taxi into town to do some shopping —
they went to look at handicrafts while I checked out a bookshop.
The shuttle back to Nairobi didn't seem to take so as it had taken going the
other way. We managed to use the last of our remaining Tanzanian currency
at a little supermarket in the no-man's-land at the border crossing.
