I told chief Patrick and James about what kind of work I do and showed them some of the dog bites Rachael sewed up recently.  Patrick said, “Why do the dogs bite the face?  Here they just bite the leg and the foot.”  We explained.  Bev asked why they have dogs.  It’s because they bark at night and warn of the hyenas and lions approaching the livestock.   Asked Patrick about how many animal attacks and killings of humans each year.  Patrick was attacked by a lion himself at the age of 16 and killed the lion, for which he is quite famous here.  Didn’t get a number but said the brother of one of the tribesmen we were again enjoying goat meat with today was attacked just last week by a hyena in broad daylight, a very rare and unusual occurrence.  He survived.   He said there were two snakebites last year, one of whom survived. The other died the same day.   James gave us a lecture today in his village on different medicines today for different ailments, including snakebites.  Their medicine man gives them a concoction by mouth and they make a big cut on the injury site and then you’re ok!!  He tells me that the only problems they do not take care of in the village are broken bones and “surgery”.  That includes malaria, for which you drink a potion. You immediately “vomit green bile” and then you immediately feel ok.   Then I asked him about the details of the circumcision ceremony endured by all adult males around puberty.  He said it was “very bad.” No anesthesia, takes about 4-5 minutes.  You do not make a sound or even move your feet.  There is no repair of the defect.  They pour a “spirit from the hospital” on it and the wound takes two weeks to heal.  Thank god for the spirit.   James also showed us the tree leaves they use to boil in a cup of water to make sure they can satisfy their multiple wives, otherwise it would be impossible.  He called it “Maasai Viagra.”  Make no mistake, he was completely serious about every treatment he detailed today.   Though the 15 warriors (and Bev) that I had goat with today did drink the fresh blood from the goat throat, I did not partake, fearing hepatitis or African river blindness, which even the Maasai probably can’t cure.   Mambo jambo=