Travel
hill, arms folded, watching, amused.
Finally and mercifully, he smiles,
“Need help?” This strapping
7-footer runs up the precipice,
grabs me by the waist, and dashes
down the hill, holding me as if
I were a pin.
Once down, he spreads out for
sundowners a well-crafted selection
of bitings, peppered with titillating
conversation. Seki imparts
intriguing information on his
Masai tribe’s culinary and conjugal
conventions. Placidly, he says he
drinks blood and loves it. Men take
it neat, women and children mix it
with milk - it’s the Masai Bloody
Mary, he smiles cheekily. He next
mentions that Masai men have as
any i
a th y an affor
Seki has two and seeks more.
He’s 50-something. Of course.
I ask if his wives would object?
“No, it’s the norm.”
“Are his wives too allowed lovers?”
“No!”
ABOVE-LEFT
Oi Donyo Lodge
in Kilimanjoro
Country
FROM TOP-RIGHT
Ol Donyo Vistas;
Ol Donyo Dining;
A view from the
bed
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