Saturday, November 13, 2010

Crossing into Tanzania.....

On this day we took a long drive and crossed the border into Tanzania.
Tanzania is one of the oldest known continuously inhabited areas on Earth;
fossil remains of humans and pre-human hominids have been found dating back over two million years.

Ahead of us loomed legendary Mt. Kilimanjaro.
Mount Kilimanjaro is the highest freestanding mountain in Africa, as well as the 4th most prominent mountain in the world. We were told that it is quite rare to see her summit, without a cloud covering.

The country side is quite beautiful.

and we passed acres of coffee....

Our destination this day was to visit The New Band's school and vocational facility in Arusha.

The students sang for us and welcomed us to their school.

We had the opportunity to plant trees.....setting our roots in the rich soil of Africa.
The Secondary School will allow young people to have the opportunity to further their education at a time where there is a great shortage of secondary schools in the country.
The Youth Vocational Training Center will be a place where idle young people can be trained in various skills such as carpentry, home science, sewing, accounting, cooking, computer skills, etc. that will enable youth to be self-supporting.





James took us out to a woman's group that wanted to share their vision.
They have purchased some chickens and pigs and hope to sell eggs and product to earn income to feed their families. As we pulled up to their property, the woman, dressed in Masai costume, began their welcome dance.


The dance is part jumping, rocking, and a lot of flapping of the fantastic beaded collars.
It is energetic and joyous and we were thrilled that they would perform for us.



Such beauty!





Their feathery hopes for their future....











As a group we were able to donate enough funds to enable them to purchase more chickens.


There, in their small yard, in the middle of the vast dry land (the season of rain is just to begin).,
they surprised each of us with gifts of beautiful beaded jewelry that they had made.





We were deeply touched by their generosity.
Imagine.....with so little of their own, they offer gifts to us who had come for a visit.







As we left Arusha, Mt Kilimanjaro smiled upon us and proudly presented us with the gift of her
incredible beauty.

The Masai....

On this day, we were so fortunate to be invited into a small Masai village.
This was an unplanned stop for us and fulfilled one of my real hopes for this trip...that I would be able to meet authentic tribal people, living in their natural way of life.
It's hard to imagine, in our fast paced life, that people do live this way.
There is a way of being about these people that is so grounded and powerful that you can feel it even when you view a lone figure, far off in the distance, walking with a graceful gate....so connected to the earth.

What do you suppose he is thinking, behind those eyes........?

We were welcomed into their small village.
Masai villages are circular, with low mud houses surrounding large livestock pens.
Cattle and goats are very important to the Masai culture, so the livestock are kept in the pens at night to protect them from predators. The thorn brambles serve as a fence for the cattle pen.



The men are famous for wearing a red-checked shuka ( Masaai blanket ) and carry a distinctive ball ended club. For Masai, red clothing stands for power. Many Masai wear simple sandals, sometimes soled with pieces of motorcycle tires.

A Masai boy is circumcised, in a ceremony in the center of the village, when he is 14 years old.
He then goes with other boys who took place in the ceremony, out into the wilderness for a
period of 3 years. In the past, every young Masai warrior had to kill a lion before he would be considered a man.
Today, they have made a concession to modern times and send out a group of young men to kill only one lion between them.



Blowing on this horn produced a very low haunting sound.

The men of the village greeted us with their traditional dance. From a virtual standstill, they jump straight up in the air a couple of feet. The higher they jump, the more they can demand in cows, for their bride.
We were then treated to a warrior dance which consisted of singing and energetic jumping. Most warriors have as many as five wives in their lifetime, and with each new wife, they get richer and have more cattle and belongings. This is because with each wife comes a dowry consisting of goods provided by the family.



The huts are traditionally built by the women. The village moves about every 9 years, as that is the amount of time the hut can withstand the intrusion of termites.
The structural framework is formed of timber poles fixed directly into the ground and interwoven with a lattice of smaller branches, which is then plastered with a mix of mud, sticks, grass, cow dung, human urine, and ash. The cow dung ensures the roof is water-proof. The enkaj is small, measuring about 3x5 m and standing only 1.5 m high. Within this space the family cooks, eats, sleeps, socializes and stores food, fuel and other household possessions.


I can't imagine what life is like in this village during the rain season.



The doorway is kept small so as to keep the cattle out.


This is the interior of the hut. Very small, with a side alcove for the bed.
The fire is in the middle of the room with a very small window for the smoke to go out.
It is very dark....no water, no electricity.....just the fire where the cooking of the meal is done.
Traditionally, at the age of 3 yr. a small child will go to live with the grandparents.

Everywhere in Africa, I saw women easily balancing everything on their head.

The women came out to sing to us and welcome us to join them.









This is the plant that they use for toilet paper.
It felt quite soft, actually. :)

When males become "morans" ( warriors) around the age of 14, they traditionally dye their hair red with ochre and fat.




Maasai are pastoralist and have resisted the urging of the Tanzanian and Kenyan governments to adopt a more sedentary lifestyle. They have demanded grazing rights to many of the national parks in both countries. The Maasai people stood against slavery and lived alongside most wild animals with an aversion to eating game and birds.
The piercing and stretching of earlobes is common among the Maasai. Various materials have been used to both pierce and stretch the lobes, including thorns for piercing, twigs, bundles of twigs, stones, the cross section of elephant tusks and empty film canisters.
Fewer and fewer Maasai, particularly boys, follow this custom.
Women wear various forms of beaded ornaments in both the ear lobe, and smaller piercings at the top of the ear.

I will never forget this experience.
On the plane home I read the book "The White Massai" by Corrine Hofmann.
It is the true story of a Swiss woman who fell in love, and married a Massai warrior. An amazing story!

Tomorrow we drive into Tanzania and Mt. Kilimanjaro reveals herself.
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Thursday, November 11, 2010

The Masai Mara


Driving on our way to the Masai Mara, there would be vast stretches of open countryside and then there would be a spot of red or purple....it was a Masai warrior, draped in his cloth, carrying his walking stick ( and club and knife ).
It was thrilling to see this lone figure, walking and tending a herd of cattle or goats.

Soon we approached the Masai Mara National Reserve where we would experience our Safari.



The first sighting was of a Wildebest.
From the vast Serengeti plains to the champagne colored hills of Kenya’s Masai Mara over 1.4 million wildebeest and 200,000 zebra and gazelle, relentlessly tracked by Africa’s great predators, migrate in a clockwise fashion over 1,800 miles each year in search of rain ripened grass.

Here is our safari van, with a pop up roof.







A beautiful lioness...

and many giraffes.



This guy wanted to offer me a kiss.......pucker up!


and elephants....





and more wildebeasts....

and ups and downs, ins and outs of the road....

and lots of Zebra....



These nests are so cool! They are made by the Weaver bird and they weave their nests in colonies.







Tomorrow's post...... I meet a Masai warrior.......