Far from the increasingly commercialized gates of Maasai Mara National Reserve and in fact closer to Amboseli Nationak Park, I found myself gasping for air inside of a stuffy, dark thatched roof mud hut. A tiny hole in the wall acted as the only window and source of light, allowing a single stream of dim sunlight to beam through the dusty air.
Emerging from the hut, I was met with smiling faces. The Maasai warriors paused, studying my reaction to the hut, half expecting to see a look of shock for their living conditions. "Looks cozy", I said. They laughed.
Two small children were running around barefoot on the dirt path beside me. One carried a plastic shopping bag, from where it came I have no idea, and chased the other screaming something I couldn't understand. Once caught, the child with the bag popped it over the others head and began to laugh hysterically.
A woman standing above them, perhaps their mother, cleared her throat and shot them a disapproving look. The children stopped what they were doing.