A year ago, with my 18 year old son, after his successful summiting of Mt. Kilimanjaro and before our photo safari through the Serengeti, etc., through our guide service, Tanzania-Adventures, we spent a day with the Maasai. This wasn't a typical, programmed tour. Our guide, Losai, a Maasai warrior, 35, was not an official guide, rather a young man who had grown up traditionally in a Maasai village, then moved to the "city." He needed to borrow a car from a friend. We spent six hours with him traveling north and west of Arusha, through several villages on dirt roads that many times were no more than cattle trails. It was Thursday, thus market day. Men, women and children drove their livestock as much as 10 miles each way to the market, therefore there was a steady parade of brightly dressed locals. We visited his village, where his wife cooked us red beans and rice that would stand-up with the best in the deep south of the USA. In all that time, we saw two motor bikes, one small pick-up and no Europeans or Americans. After we returned to the outskirts of Arusha, we stopped at the livestock and the produce markets. That, in it's self, was a feast for the eyes and mind. A unique experience demonstrating a traditional way of life that hasn't changed. The photo is a picture of Losai during his circumcision process, which was hanging on the wall of his mud-floored home. He is on viewer's left.