We arrived in the Masai Mara after 2 weeks of solid camping so were glad to be given accomodation in the permanent tents. We were also told that this camp was run by African Travel Company, the company that was driving us around the continent, and as such it was a safe camp, guarded by Masai warriors. That in itself made it feel safe, as in the middle of the night you would pass their dark, tall shadow on your way to the toilet.
As it happened, that was were we went at about 12.30 in the morning of our second night in the camp. Having been successful, we got back to out tent and dazed back into sleep.
RAT TAT TAT TAT...what was that. Masai scaring off animals with a gun, must have been. Back to sleep.
Morning, arrrrrrrrrhhh, streeeeeeeeetch.
WHAT THE FUCK!!!!
That wasn't Masai.
Just after Nunu and I got back to our tent, a group of Swahili bandits entered the camp and went spastic.
Wer can only guess their aim was to keep the camp quiet while they went from tent to tent slashing and grabbing gear.
The first tent thwey hit was empty.
The seond had a South African couple. He stood up and got a machete help to his throat. Heavy stuff.
The third, an Aussie girl and her Auntie were staying in.
First rule of Africa, give them everything!!! Your life is worth more.
Noone told the girl and she resisted, holding her bag and screaming. One of the bandits went...
RAT TAT TAT TAT. 4 automatic shots into the air.
The commotion caused them to do a runner, but was enough to share the shit outof everyone.
cops came, Masai were embarrassed, tourists were scared.
Nunu and I slept.
