A Human Safari, like from a cautionary 1960's Star Trek episode

Today's safari concentrated on the local troupe of primates during the long drive back on the pleasant sealed road from Ngorongoro to Arusha.  Apparently these primates aggressively drove the original inhabitant primates from their lands long ago.

First stop was the same ole curio shop.  I asked to get out to wee due to my three cups of coffee an hour before.  I had posed as a Masai before with the fabric I bought and was learning Swahili, so the guys remembered me.  I used my evil ex's old ricketty table fix, but with a stone, for the unbalanced bench on which they perch to greet the tourists.  I bought a cool mask and wandered around taking pictures of the surprisingly modern tribal art

I bought this one 

Orientalism, from my semiotics degree, is a big tourist crowd-pleaser

Poor Mick was sick as a dog from Serena ngorongoro fever, ie poisoned hotel food, though our alternating shouts of Jameson last night probably didn't make it better.  I'm fine..

Next stop was the village Mto wa Mbu, and my phone was on fire today and took lots of good crisp journo shots.  Elaine wanted to snap the folks, but couldn't point a giant lens at them, but who is going to know with an iPhone shot out the window?

My iPhone proved itself as top knotch spy cam which the big boy lenses couldn't match 

(Add video of goat trading to the blog)

Elaine got a surprisingly useful t-shirt through the window.