Day four:
Deep within the bush, an older Pokot gentleman initially greeted us enthusiastically along the trail, but then complained that we should pay for the passage through “his” land. (Definitely no land titles out here, but certainly the land was more his than ours!) He easily settled for a small bit of tobacco snuff as payment, but we were later told that he was also somewhat perturbed because one of the walkers had apparently unknowingly declined the offering of his young daughter…
A few hours later, we found a lovely campsite at a mission atop a steep hill, with an amazing view of the rolling green foothills surrounding us.