"Okay, I wish you all a happy trip to Africa!" Although Simba saw the sad expression on his hunting guide's face and was a little hesitant, but faced with Hong Tao's superb drinking skills, he still picked up the drink simply
The wine bowl in front of him was clinked with Hong Tao and the other four.
Now that their leaders had taken the glasses, the three hunting guides had to pick up their own wine bowls, and after a few breaths, they closed their eyes, stamped their feet, and drained their wine as if they were drinking medicine.
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"Oh, God, this wine is too strong. My stomach feels like it's on fire!!!" This time Simba was not as casual as he had been when he ate pickled peppers. He stood up immediately before sitting back down.
, breathing heavily with his mouth open, trying to reduce the burning sensation in his esophagus and gastrointestinal tract.
"No, no, no! I can't drink anymore. We have to get up early tomorrow. The smell of alcohol will affect hunting and will be smelled by prey!" Holland pissed when he saw that Hong Tao was about to open another bottle of wine.
He jumped up from his seat as if he had been shot, held down Hong Tao's hand to open the bottle, and gave a very convincing reason.
"Will it really affect hunting!? Mr. Simba?" Hong Tao was not sure whether the Dutch boy was lying to avoid drinking, so he confirmed it to the oldest Simba supervisor.
"It will have some impact. Not only are you not allowed to drink, but smoking is also not allowed. You must know that those animals have a very sensitive sense of smell. They can smell these pungent smells from a few kilometers away, and then they will be more vigilant and want to get closer.
They are very difficult." Simba probably also remembered Yerong's advice to him in the afternoon, and confirmed Yerong's statement.
"Okay then, we won't open another bottle." No matter how greedy Hong Tao is, he also knows that hunting is the key point. Since drinking will affect hunting, then eat less.
In fact, Hong Tao was really wrong this time. The kitchen in this camp did not have modern gas cooking utensils, nor various electric kitchen utensils. It used an earthen stove, which burned a kind of wood that is special to Africa and is very resistant to burning.
So when cooking, the speed is a little slow, not because the quantity of these dishes is insufficient.
When the second round of dishes was served, Hong Tao was completely at ease. He no longer thought of various ways to fight for food and drink, nor did he wolf down the meat with others. Instead, he chewed and savored these usual dishes as carefully as possible.
What are the different delicacies of meat that you can’t eat?
"￥#%......!" Simba, who was sitting opposite Hong Tao, suddenly shouted a local dialect outside the big thatched house while eating.
"Holy shit!!! Uncle Liu, Uncle Fatty, stop for a moment and look at these two!" Hong Tao turned around and looked in the direction Simba was shouting. Then he couldn't turn his head back and even whispered a notification in Chinese.
The other two are still struggling with food.
"Is this a local?" The fat boss, like Hong Tao, turned his head and couldn't turn it back. He looked at the three people walking in from outside the house in a daze.
"Let me introduce to you, these three are our Shukas. They are the Maasai people, the only safari people in Africa who still retain their original way of life. They have excellent long-distance running ability and incredible ability to track prey.
Ability, and they are born with a pair that can not be blackmailed
Night restricted eyes. Don't underestimate them. It is a very honorable thing to have a Shuka in a hunting team, and we have three!" Simba stood up from his seat and came.
Next to Hong Tao and the others, they were introduced to the three black men who had just walked in from the darkness outside the house.
These three black men are short in stature and somewhat thin. They wear a piece of bright red cloth diagonally across their bodies. They have neither sleeves nor collar, just a piece of cloth. They are all barefoot. They are holding a stick in their hands that is larger than their bodies.
The tall spear was more than a foot long and the tip of the hand-width spear was sharpened and shone coldly in the light of the room. In addition, they also held a thin piece of wood in their other hand.
The sticks vary in length, probably more than 1 meter long.
In addition to their attire, these Maasai people have a very eye-catching feature, their ears are extremely large, and there is a scary piercing on the earlobe. In Hong Tao's view, it can no longer be called an ear eye, the entire earlobe has formed
There was a ring of flesh hanging directly on both sides of the face. One of the people's earlobes had almost drooped to his shoulders.
The three Maasai people are dressed in almost the same attire, and they all have thin braids decorated with various colored threads.
"No, no, don't take pictures, don't take pictures, Tao, tell your photographers not to take random pictures of local people in Africa. That would be very dangerous. They think that taking pictures will shorten their lifespan."
When Simba introduced each other to Hong Tao and the three Maasai people in two languages, Hoffman, who was standing aside, suddenly blocked Wei Han and spoke to Hong Tao in English.
"Yes, Thao, they are warriors in the tribe. Although they have accepted our employment, you should not offend them without their permission. This is their territory, and we are all outsiders." Simba heard from Hoffman.
If so, explain this rule verbally.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I was presumptuous. I'll be careful in the future." Wei Han could understand English and quickly apologized.
"It's okay, Simba, how can we get their permission? There should be a way, right?" Hong Tao didn't regard this matter as a big problem. No matter where he went, there were always problems with different customs and habits, but
Since we have spent money, it is different from taking a self-guided tour by ourselves. Otherwise, what would we spend the money on?
"Of course, you can give them gifts or money to ask for their opinions, but I can't guarantee whether they agree. They don't drink or smoke." Simbat pointed to the bottle of wine on the table and shook it.
Wag your finger.
Boss Liu said it well, problems that can be solved with money are not problems. As soon as Hong Tao heard Simba's words, he understood in his heart. He quickly took out the money and, with Simba's help, teamed up with these three Maasai people.
It became a verbal agreement: in the days to come, Hong Tao would get the right to photograph them for $30 a day.
The three Maasai people did not join the meal. They just took a look at everyone, smiled kindly at everyone, walked out of the house again, and quickly disappeared into the darkness.
"Hong Tao, have you noticed that none of them have front teeth? The two top ones were probably knocked off in a fight, right?" Hong Tao just felt that the three Maasai people looked a little awkward, and never thought about what was wrong when they came here.
Only after Boss Liu said this did he react.
"That's their custom. When they are still children, they have to do two things, one is to have their ears pierced, and the other is to have their front teeth pulled out, so that they can drink one of their medicinal decoctions to treat malaria.
"Simba's answer proved Boss Liu's guess.
"Why don't they dine with us? Are there any rules for this?" Hong Tao was very curious about these three Maasai people and wanted to take a closer look.
"They don't like our food. They only eat raw beef, milk, and cow blood. They even eat very few vegetables. You don't have to worry about them. If we all starve to death here, they won't starve either." Simba
He also looked helpless when talking about this issue. It seemed that he didn't quite understand what the Maasai people ate.
As time went by, everyone's stomachs were slowly filled, and dinner turned from grabbing food to chatting. Hong Tao and the others were all visiting Africa for the first time, and they had countless questions about this mysterious continent.
There were so many questions to ask. Simba and the three hunting guides were also patient and tried their best to answer all the questions raised by Hong Tao and others.
The discussion lasted until 10 o'clock, when Simba stood up and said that we could only talk to this point today, because the camp stipulated that the power would be cut off after 10 o'clock, and he would have to get up at 4 o'clock tomorrow morning, so if he had anything to say, he would leave it for tomorrow.
Bar.
Hong Tao and the others didn't talk much after they returned to their tents. Although they didn't do any major physical exercise that day, arriving in a completely unfamiliar place inevitably made them mentally nervous and physically demanding.
"Woo...Woo..."
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