I spent a month in northern Kenya in a very remote region back in 1989. I was on my own setting up a water purification site for troops that would be passing through after three weeks. The local Masai were very wary of me as I was the first white they had seen for many years, and they could see the 9mm pistol and AR15 rifle that I always carried for my own safety. They had been visited by our Kenyan Army liaison officer so knew I posed no threat to them, but it was still over a week before they came anywhere near me.
I was standing about 500m from my makeshift camp waiting for a helicopter resupply of rations, and these two kids were watching me with suspicion. When the Gazelle helicopter appeared from nowhere the kids went into panic mode running away as fast as their legs would carry them. Poor things had never seen a helicopter and must have thought it was a dragon or something as scary.
A fond memory !