|Project||World with FotoIN|
|Location||Tanzania (-3.358397960662842, 35.90061950683594)|
|Date||03/23/2014, 1:06:27 pm|
On the way back to Arusha we stopped at a Maasai village. We were a small group of four but I still hated doing it. I felt like an animal on display. Or I felt I was treating the villagers like that just by being here.
Sure, I bought some things from them and I felt generally amused. I joked around with some kids that were just hilarious and talked to a man that seemed to be running the place. It was fun. But at the same time I felt morally weak, like I'm an adventure pimp looking for cultural prostitutes.