Maasai Market
It's an art market like a farmers market, or maybe Pike Place Market in Seattle. There were masks, beads, necklaces, t-shirts, carved figures, fabric, toys, rings, cuffs, earings, and many people calling me "rasta-man" with fist bumps. Lots of people asked me how long have I had the dreads? and From where did I come?
It was a fairly typical high pressure market situation. Lots of encouragement to come and see/buy. It was also so good that we ate, then came back after looking for my wife's shoes...
... Because after 5 days, AJ's bag was found and was being delivered! She screamed in the shop. She screamed outside the shop. There was a public display of affection. People gawked. It's true I was there.
National Park
Animal Orphanage
Patrick introduced us to the animals by name. He introduced us to himself as the houseboy to the warthogs. He mentioned all kinds of details about the animals and why they were separated, gathered, or present in the orphanage.
The cheetahs were right there in front of us.
Warthogs, lions, ostrich feeding, monkeys doing tricks - picking food from our heads, picking pockets, or grooming and protecting the amazing Patrick.
National Park Drive
We went through the park in private cars. It was a while before we found any animals, but we saw wildebeests, giraffes, ginea foul, and someone said our cars were speeding and chasing giraffes. So they are banned for life from all National Parks.
I think it was a tour operator, who saw several cars taking business away from him. But I don't have any evidence, though neither did they; just their word and - done.
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