"It seemed ridiculous to smile at someone who is clearly not happy with my presence. But feeling protected in my little white bus and having no other ideas, I gave it a try. I turned back to the silent figure and returned his dark glare with a hesitant grin.
Almost immediately, the fierce warrior was transformed. His scowl vanished, and he grinned from ear to ear. His eyes beamed with delight and there was welcoming in his smile. I think he would have invited me for milk, (the staple drink for the Masai,) had we not been separated by the bus windows. I began to realize that my safety as a tourist-class traveler was costing me some real experience."
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