I was expected, it would seem, as I pulled up in the dirt covered 4×4. The foot deep ruts that plagued our makeshift route had tested the suspension to the extreme. It had been a long and hard day’s travel over to the north of the Maasai Mara National Park.
Walls of twisted spikes encircled the small village, pierced by a slither of light, just wide enough to squeeze through. I pondered the perfect silence and curious lack of women and children, but dismissed it with thoughts they must be busy inside the village stockade. (more…)