So when we went to stay with the Maasai for a night we bought them a couple goats to say thanks for letting crash in their village. That night they cut up the goat in front of us and served it to us for dinner. It’s probably the freshed piece of meet that I’ve ever eaten. The sad part was the next day when the other goat we brought was wailing and in search of his missing buddy, did you check my stomach?

Sorry for the graphic nature of this photo.