Losarian

So wow my head is throbbing from all the adventures I've been on since last time. I am wearing an incredibly dirty shirt (mainly from the dust coming off of the camel), I haven't seen a mirror or showered for 5 days (thats called synergy), and I only have 10 minutes again. That said, there are definately some things I want to feel you in on:

We went Safariing. It's like going to a really big zoo. I saw an ostrich poop which is very hard to describe. I also saw monkeys haveing sex. At one point we were litterly riding with a herd of elephents which was really fun.

I split off from the main group with Paul and Julie to go visit the Massai. Before we left, we wanted to do one more safari which we didn't pay for. So the driver who couldn't speak any english snuck us in. That was sweet.

So the Massai village was another best part of the trip. It's impossible to list all of the things we did but here are some highlights. (PS another marriage proposal awaits)

Our guide:

The messiah are cattle herders. Our guide ran away from his home to go to bording school. There he learned Swahilli then English. He is a proffesional dancer and singer, the Messiah way. By the way, the Messiah are like the native american in the USA, just cooler. So he is no on the Tanzania council of the arts and a bunch of other titles. He started this tourist program we went on just so we could learn more about the Messiah culture. (We were the first people to have arrived in a month).

In the village we are greeted by 20 little kids. I call them ewoks because they would always scurry when we look at them, and they made funny noises like ewoks.

The village was amazing. It was extremely dry, but it was so neet seeing their clay houses. No one knew how to speak enlish, and very few actually even knew how to speak Swahilli (Tanzania's national language).

We went to the messiah market which was gigantic (probably 1000 people). There we could see all sorts of produce being sold as well as goats, chickens, and cows. Lots of cows. Paul bought some spears and all the Messiah people followed us around afterwards in awe of the spear.

The whole time whenever we took pictures funny things would happen. The culture is trying to change into a picture accepting. Sometimes when Julie would take a picture the people would start freaking out. And start mouthing off at our guide for about 10 minutes. Also, whenever we wanted to take a digital picture, everyone would want to see themselves afterwards. At one point we would have 50 mossiah around us.

I bought a walking stick which the a few people challenged me to a stick fight. I would just wave it in the air a few times, and they always would retreat.

One night we threw a party. We paid $40, and the whole town sang and danced for us ALL NIGHT. They wore some crazy clothes. There singing used their throat in very strange ways with lots of bobbing up and down.

At one point I jumped in the middle like everyone else. Everyone laughed. Apparantly I am not very good at jumping up and down in the Mossiah tradition.

We then put on traditional Mossiah clothes. (Julie looked hilarious) and danced some more.

Then we all went inside and sang even more. At one point they passed out the food which was the worst tasting thing in the world (actuall milk, bannanas, and maize). I am now OFFICIALLY a man because I drank the whole thing. My stomache still shudders.

At one point in the night I went to see the council. They gave me the name LoSarian (meaning no problems). One council man asked me to stay and offered me his daughter to marry. And he also offered to marry my sister. It was amazing.

Time to go once again.

See you guys soon.