IN August of 2014, I was lucky enough to join a trip to Tanzania with The Giving Lens. A hybrid photo-tour and humanitarian effort, part of our trip involved living in a rural Maasai village just outside of Karatu for two days, documenting the daily life, learning to understand the history and struggles of the Maasai, and teaching photography in the nearby school. This was not a stop that catered to tourists, we were merely guests — which included sleeping inside mud huts and sacrificing a goat. Their lives did not stop for us except to share a meal and their culture. One thing that really struck me about the village was the rhythm of life there, the rise and fall of each day, and how everyone in the village had a role. While two days is nothing, this photo essay documents some of what I saw, learned, and felt during short but impactful stay.
24 Hours in a Maasai Village
IN August of 2014, I was lucky enough to join a trip to Tanzania with The Giving Lens. A hybrid photo-tour and humanitarian effort, part of our trip involved living in a rural Maasai village just outside of Karatu for two days, documenting the daily life, learning to understand the history and struggles of the Maasai, and teaching photography in the nearby school. This was not a stop that catered to tourists, we were merely guests — which included sleeping inside mud huts and sacrificing a goat. Their lives did not stop for us except to share a meal and their culture. One thing that really struck me about the village was the rhythm of life there, the rise and fall of each day, and how everyone in the village had a role. While two days is nothing, this photo essay documents some of what I saw, learned, and felt during short but impactful stay.