Lengijave is the Maasai term for “a cold/windy place”. That’s what the guide who took us to discover this place told me.
On a bright Sunday morning I joined other hikers from Arusha’s Twende Hiking group to this remote but beautiful place that I would have never known existed. Situated past Ngaramtoni we parked our cars at a gorgeous uphill deserted house (whose owner comes few times a year) and made the trek downwards towards the Maasai plains where the Maasai graze their flock.
The place was indeed windy making it cold but with the dry season sun and eye shades, we were good to go. The only down part to this adventure was the climb back up which made me question climbing Mt. Kilimanjaro as I struggled up and how the Maasai could do it up to three times a day with their flock. I learned from fellow hikers that it’s always easier to climb diagonally/sideways instead of straight up as well as taking small steps instead of larger ones. Reaching at the top brought that amazing feeling of triumph – and of course, a quick dash to the ground ;) .
I now know why the Maasai have great legs.
We stood pointing to the sun, while we dreamed our dreams a new…
We thought of far off lands, whose sights only the wind knew…
Like we they stand under the same sun, and kissed they get with rays so warm.
We stood promising the sun, that these sights we shall find.
…. a whole different world. Be it in the road trips or in the day to day commune, there’s always a tale waiting beyond.
I remember a “perception” session during a Management class where the lecturer asked everyone what they saw outside the window… the answers took a life of their own.
We can’t be blamed for wanting an extra in the ordinary, a master in a piece or a smile in nature’s face. No matter how small it is, there’s a story that calls our attention. It is from searching for and observing such stories, that inspiration stands urging us on.
This was definitely a place that caught me off guard! Two hours from the hustle and bustle of the beats of the Dar-es-salaam city – Bagamoyo just seemed to pop out from some beautiful-secret-places book and had me rolling down my window and snapping away.
A place with so much rich history; from the early tales of the traders to the ancient ruins around. Story has it that the name “Bagamoyo” came to be because of the slaves who “cast their hearts” in this place during the notorious slave trade that happened then.
Bagamoyo is definitely a place I would go back to visit thoroughly again!