There aren't any fast food chains in Tanzania ... none. Which means pretty much anything that's handed to you to eat starts looking awfully good- and tastes delicious, too.
We were in Kwedigole during a rare (maybe not even every 20 years) triple event: a circumciscion, a wedding (the bridge came with a 400 cow dowry ... the average is 6-7!) and a ceremony marking a warrior's transition to becoming an elder, all occuring simultaneously.
With that many guys standing around, wasn't long before we started having Masai Big Mac Attacks. This 50-second video is a quick visit to The Bush Drive-Thru.
And No, no one complained or pouted that their waitress was too slow, or that their steak wasn't cooked to order, and nobody demanded to speak to the tribe's chief because somebody in the kitchen forgot to add mustard.
Maybe those short stabbing simis everybody carries had something to do with it.
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