Channeling my inner (Maasai) warrior
Trip Start Jun 15, 2013
3Trip End Jul 02, 2013
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Amboseli Serena Safari Lodge Amboseli National Park
Read my review - 5/5 stars
Read my review - 5/5 stars
The feeling of being a part of nature, a guest in the kingdom of animals where they roam free without fences or borders. Lions and zebras drinking next to eachother are reminding me of the fact that the predator only hunts while hungry and never eats in excess.
Amboseli National Park is also home to several Maasai villages and our group has the privilege to visit two of them. A dusty, bumpy ride trough the park takes us to a village with about sixteen huts and a school. Jackson, the village chief, welcomes us and tells us that we are about to view a traditional, ceremonial dance. Next thing we know, we are surrounded by the whole village. Their tall and slender bodies are covered with colorful Shúkàs, or cotton capes and layers upon layers of beaded jewelry. They run around us in a circle until the dust is so thick I almost can't see. I do my best to cover my camera gear that is now completely red from the soil.
They all line up and start to sing in a call and response type of fashion. The dust, the stomping, the colors, the song- this is the most profound moment of my stay in Kenya. My whole being is vibrating on the most amazing frequency together with the dancers. And as I have seen so many times on travel programs and in images, the men started to jump
Later we get escorted to the middle of the village where their cows must spend a lot of time as the whole area is completely covered in manure accompanied by a million flies feasting. Happy that I made the decision to wear sneakers instead of sandals, I make my way over to an area where the village medicine man is showing us how to make fire in under a minute, what roots are good for health and stamina as well as any other tricks that a man of his importance can provide. I try to stay focused while being almost covered by flies and pray that I will stay healthy trough this visit.
A yoga class is later taught for the village kids that willingly lays down on the dirt to do upward dog and bow pose. The visit ends with some local arts and craft shopping. We all look like Maasai warriors ourselves as we head back on the bus, covered in beaded jewelry, carrying walking sticks, shields and knifes. A truly inspiring and humbling experience that I will never forget. A visit to a Maasai village will bring out the inner warrior in anyone, on and off the yoga mat :)
Peace, Love & Warriors
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