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Jennifer Baggett - The Lost Girls: Three Friends. Four Continents. One Unconventional Detour Around the World.

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Jen, Holly, and Amanda are at a crossroads. Theyre feeling the pressure to hit certain milestonesscoring a big promotion, finding a soul mate, having 2.2 kidsbefore they reach their early thirties. When personal challenges force them to reevaluate their lives, they decide its now or never to do something daring. Unable to gain perspective in fast-paced Manhattan, the three twentysomethings quit their coveted media jobs and leave behind their friends, boyfriends, and everything familiar to travel the globe. Dubbing themselves the Lost Girls, they embark on an epic yearlong search for inspiration and direction. As they journey 60,000 miles across four continents and more than a dozen countries, Jen, Holly, and Amanda step far outside of their comfort zones, embracing every adventure and experience the world has to offershooting blowguns with Yagua elders in the Amazon, learning capoeira on the beaches of Brazil, volunteering with preteen girls at a school in rural Kenya, hiking with Hmong villagers in Vietnam, and driving through Australia in a psychedelic camper van. Along the way, the Lost Girls find not only themselves but also a lifelong friendship. Ultimately, theirs is a story of true sisterhooda bond forged by sharing beds and backpacks, enduring exotic illnesses, fending off aggressive street vendors, trekking across rivers and over mountains, and standing by one another through heartaches, whirlwind romances, and everything in the world in between. This candid and compelling memoir will speak to anyone who has ever felt the desire to spread her wings and discover the world with her best friends by her side.

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To our parents, for always supporting us
on our journeys, no matter how far-fetched
or far-flung.

And to all the other Lost Girls out there
trying to find their way.

The world is round and the place which may seem like the end may also be the beginning.

IVY BAKER PRIEST

The Lost Girls MAASAI VILLAGE OF ORONKAI KENYA W e werent sure what wed - photo 1

The Lost Girls MAASAI VILLAGE OF ORONKAI KENYA W e werent sure what wed - photo 2

The Lost Girls

MAASAI VILLAGE OF ORONKAI, KENYA

W e werent sure what wed just heard or if there had been any sound at all, but the three of us felt a palpable shift in the atmosphere. One by one, our footsteps slowed to a halt. We stood frozen in the grassy clearing outside our hut, watching tiny knots of people push their way down the hillsides and into the valley below. Some were carrying staffs, and most were draped in brilliant swatches of scarlet, eggplant, cerise, and cerulean. The fabric pressed against their long limbs and billowed back out again, like wind filling dozens of spinnaker sails.

The three of us had encountered plenty of unusual scenes during the four weeks wed been volunteering in rural southwestern Kenyachickens riding shotgun in matatu vans, locusts for sale as snacks, children helping to birth calves during school recessbut we had yet to see anything as extraordinary as this. Brief snatches of words, almost like chanting, drifted through the fields all around us. As the sounds grew steadily louder, pulsing in a call-and-repeat rhythm, Emmanuel and his wife, Lily, our program coordinators, emerged from inside the hut and stood beside us.

They smiled when they saw our expressions and explained what we were witnessing: the people streaming down the hillside were Maasai, a seminomadic East African tribe that was one of the most colorfuland certainly the most recognizablein this part of the world. Many were friends and neighbors, but others had traveled long distances, some from days away, to reach our host familys farm.

Emmanuel and Lily, both members of the Maasai, had suggested that we come during this particular week in October, so our visit could coincide with a traditional ceremony performed on the crest of a hill near their home. Wed arrived as scheduledbut still hadnt had any idea what to expect.

Its almost time, Lily said softly. Come, lets get prepared.

She ushered us back inside the hut and showed us a small table covered with handmade jewelry. She selected three elaborate oval collars packed tightly with rows of turquoise, cobalt, and royal blue beads and gestured for us to put them on. As we helped one another fasten and secure the heavy pieces around our necks, the chanting outside grew even louder and was now punctuated by the sound of a beating drum. Kung-ka-kung-ka-kung-ka . It reverberated through the valley, and our pulses quickened to match the tempo.

We are ready. Lets go, said Lily, motioning us to follow Emmanuel outside and along an incline that started at the edge of their property. We walked for several minutes, breathing hard as we pressed our way up the rocky backbone of the hill. As the thin path converged into a larger trail, we fell into step with several Maasai heading in the same direction we were.

Although wed observed their migration from a distance, we werent prepared for what we encountered after pushing through the last stand of trees. A massive group of men, women, and children, literally hundreds of locals, had gathered in a clearing at the top of the hill.

The women had tied sheets of pale yellow and beige fabric over deep sienna-colored shifts accessorized with beaded necklaces, bangle bracelets, and dangling earrings. They had encircled their slim waists with animal-hide belts studded with cowrie shells and adorned their heads with delicate tiaras made of copper, leather, and beading. Many of the men wore T-shirts and sports jerseys under the brightly hued clothes wed spotted against the hillside earlier. They too wore jewelrychokers, arm cuffs, earrings, and fur headdresses. The volume of the chattering around us increased until it reached a fever pitch, then, almost at once, dropped off entirely.

Come now, the ceremony is about to begin, whispered Emmanuel, beckoning us to sit down.

Moments later, the tribesmen began the traditional moran warrior dance, leaping through the air in near-impossible feats of vertical prowess. Then, once the mens ritual ended, we watched the women move in to form a wide semicircle in the clearing.

As they began to sway and clap, slanted rays of sun lit up the beads in their jewelry and glinted off a young womans copper headband. It was hard to tell for sure, but she looked to be in her late twenties, just about our age. Even though her face was smudged with ocher, a greasy red paint that coated her features like pancake makeup, her expression still revealed the connection she had with the other women.

For several minutes, they sang and clapped in unison, their voices folding over and into one another to become a single, powerful track. Grasping hands, they swung in a wide circle, their words growing urgent and more intense. Around and around they went, whooping and shrieking as they picked up speed. The mood was electric, the dance the most joyous form of expression. We were leaning forward on the blanket, absorbing the energy that swelled and sparked like a thundercloud, when suddenly three women broke from the formation and grabbed our hands.

We were all caught off guard (maybe the women meant to reach for someone else?), but there was no mistake about it: wed been invited to join them. Accepting without a wordjust a quick glance at one anotherwe allowed ourselves to be pulled into the swiftly moving orbit of the Maasai.

Of course we didnt know the steps or how to sing along, but it didnt matter. As we collectively spun like an out-of-control carnival ride, we did our best to swing our hips and move our feet like the other women. They watched from across the circle, throwing their heads back in fits of hysterical laughter at the artless antics of the foreign girls who looked clumsier (and dizzier) with every step.

Then, just as we thought the dance was winding down, the women began embracing us in a full-body, cheek-to-cheek hug. They repeated the love fest over and over again, one by one, until our cheeks and chins and foreheads were fully smudged with ocher. It wasnt until we pulled back and caught a glimpse of one anotherthe enormous necklaces, the beads, the red streaks running across our facesthat we figured out what every other person must have already known: We hadnt hiked up here to watch the ceremony as spectators. We had come to be initiated.

If we still werent convinced, Lily delivered the final confirmation.

You are Maasai now! she shouted, her face glowing as the other women cheered. She was the last one to cross the circle and draw us into an embrace, making sure every inch of our faces was coated in red.

Between our burning lungs and this unexpected piece of news, none of us could speak. Whats the right thing to say when youve been brought into the inner circle, literally, to join the ranks of spiritual, beautiful wanderers? The life wed left behind in New York Cityonce all-consumingnow seemed like ancient history and as far away as a distant star.

A s the three of us descended the hill later that afternoon, we walked in relative silence. Our initiation into the Maasai may have been purely ceremoniala gift to us from Lily, Emmanuel, and their fellow tribespeople. But it reminded us how far wed come since leaving our apartments, jobs, and loved ones behind in the United States to travel the globe.

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