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Henry and I have found a super place to stay just outside Nairobi. We got there early yesterday evening, after a nine and a half hour bus journey across Western Kenya.
Did they have the room we'd reserved? No, they'd given it away. Was the alternative they offered us the same price as advertised on their website? No. Did it have an ensuite bathroom? No, it's down the corridor, shared. We were tired; we took the room. No rail for the towels, we discovered, no mirror, no waste paper basket. I glanced up at the lightbulb dangling from the ceiling. No lampshade.
We sorted ourselves out, and went downstairs to check a few more details before eating. No wi-fi. No credit cards. No safe for valuables. Could they recommend anywhere we could hire bikes tomorrow? No. I strolled through to the dining area, past the scraps of paper on the information board. No dogs. (No poofters, either, somebody had scribbled.) Henry chose vegetarian noodles from the menu -- was it on tonight? No. Even at $40US per night, did we think this place good value for money? Not really, no.
And we just love it. Glancing around the verandah, each fellow guest looked like interesting company that night. The women in their brightly coloured I-picked-it-up-at-the-market tops and shorts, the blokes with their I'll-shave-in-a-few-days chins, murmuring quietly amongst each other. All of them, like us it seemed, on some sort of an adventure, with notes to compare and stories to tell from Congo and Entebbe, Ho Chi Minh to Buenos Aires and beyond.
Would we have missed this place for the world? No.
John
Do they have a web site. I want to book us in for next year. Sounds just up my alley.
ReplyDeleteWhat.fabulous memories you will have. It really is terrific the way you are sharing your adventures with us on your blogs KEEP THEM COMING!