the boma village
of my personal highlights was seeing (and photographing) the Maasai
people. My driver knew I wanted to photograph the boys who had just
finished their circumcision rites as a passage into manhood. Maasai
usually wore red clothing. These boys, however, were dressed in black,
their faces painted white. When we passed a group lingering on the
side of the road to earn some tourist dollars, there was no way we
were not going to stop.
we visited a Maasai boma (village). It cost $25.00 for the three of
us in the van to enter the boma. Yes, it was a very touristy experience.
Yes, I would rather have entered a village where people didn't want
to sell souvenirs. Yes, I would have preferred to go unnoticed. However,
that wasn't going to happen in this corner of the world. But, after
paying, I could take all the photos I wanted. And I wanted! I shot
up almost an entire roll of film. How could I stop? The Maasai women
wore such intricate beadwork jewelry while the Maasai men elongated
their earlobes. There were so many portraits
that had to be taken - and then eventually drawn!