Days 3 & 4
I woke up at two in the morning, to the sound of rustling in the bush right beside me. One of the warriors is on his feet with a spear in hand. I try not to look and eventually go back to sleep.
The next time I wake up, it is a more reasonable time (7 a.m.) and the sun is up. Over a cup of hot chocolate I ask whether the rustling I heard was real or a dream. It was real! In fact, it was hyenas! I almost spew my hot chocolate all over the place when I hear that! At two in the morning there was a pack of hyenas only a couple of meters from my head. The warriors explain how the hyenas and jackals smell the goat and try to sneak in to get some but they claim they will not come too close once they see the warriors there. I’m still thankful to be alive!
Anyway, we finish our drinks, pack up, and begin our trek back to camp.
An hour later we make it back and breakfast is waiting for us. Pretty much every breakfast we had at the camp was eggs, fried tomato, crepes, and toast. It was tasty.
Connor and I continue to practice our spear throwing and become semi-professionals thanks to all the practice we have that day.
Despite the fact that cactuses grow back from injury at an exceptional rate, I don’t think the cactus that was our target would be able to grow back. We did quite a number on it! My arm still aches because of all the throwing! Totally worth it though. If our trip continues along these lines, I might make a decent security guard when I return home.
In between spear throwing, we go to see the school that I wrote about earlier. It is about a ½ hour walk from the camp.
We meet the director of the school who gives us a tour, including the girls’ dormitory – which is really basic but adequate. We also purchase a couple of t-shirts with the school name on them, to help support the school.
After lunch we then head over to meet the widows at the “widows’ village”. I also wrote about that earlier. I purchased a necklace from one of the widows while we were there.
Well it was nice to see the village I was quite happy to head back to our hut because of the flies.
The next day, when we had to leave the Maasai camp I was sad to say good bye. The people were so kind and really made us feel a part of their community. It would be wonderful to continue to support them once we return home and that will help to bring back great memories of this place.