I remember the first time the Maasai warrior grabbed my hand and pulled me in to his house. He offered me a bracelet and a necklace that his wife made, and said, "Now, you dance with us."
It was close to sunset. My tripod was set up, my settings were dialed in on my camera, and I was relaxing on a bench in a park along the river, eating delicious Basque pastries while watching busy people go by. I was waiting for the light to change.
I arrived at the Maasai village, in the north of Tanzania, in the early afternoon. I was free to wander through the camp, snapping images of the villagers in their colorful traditional dress. At dinner time they selected a goat from their herd and barbequed it over a pit, just for us.