So the first hotel we stayed in was HILARIOUS. Its a german run hotel, graced by German tourists only and is totally german befok. We had won the 2 nights’ accommodation at the German Business Association lunch last year after all, so we should have known what we were in for!
We could not believe the guests at the hotel. They spoke ONLY german to anyone and everyone. Even the tradesmen selling their crafts on the beach outside the hotel have learnt pigeon german. ALL the staff spoke a version of German and all the signs and brochures and door labels and announcements and and and were in German. But, it gets WORSE. The TV stations in our room were all german. And Benedikt witnessed about 20 guests watching a German SOAP one afternoon in the communal TV room!
Also, early every morning, even before breakfast, they would go and bag a deck chair by lying a towel down and putting a magazine or something on it. So we couldn’t resist of course and swapped things around when we walked past.
It turned out too, that the guests come back every year! They greet each other like old friends and know the staff by name. It’s unbelievable really. Their idea of Kenya must be 100% warped. All they experience is Little Germany!
We managed to get away with Loopy staying in our room for the 2 nights... we planned to keep a low key while we were there but that was impossible. We stood out like sore thumbs, speaking English and not being on time for meals and trying to rip the waiters off amongst other things!
We escaped ze Germans and went to a hotel in Kilifi for the next night. It was also full of tourists, obviously, but a complete mixture thank goodness. Although ironically, we made friends with 2 great guys when we forced them to play Marco Polo with us, and they were bloody German!
Besides vegging at the pool reading our books while Benedikt got some great windsurfing done, we had massages, went swimming in the sea (yay, no big waves) and swam in the pool for ages. We even played a little beach volleyball. But with the temperature between 32 and 35 each day exercise was a strain! And of course there was one big drinking game evening!
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So it was a pretty normal, fun beach holiday. We were even getting used to seeing the young black men on the arm of a European older (overweight) lady. And vice versa. Pretty black young ladies with yukky old shrivelled white men! We saw about 20 of these kinds of couples. Europeans do love the Kenyans it seems!
Next up was Tsavo. We stayed there for just one night, in Tsavo East. A very big National Park. Aruba lodge was very cool, great food and nice enough rooms. We saw hokol pokol animals though. We even did a dawn drive with no luck. Oh well, will make it more exciting the next time as Loopy pointed out.

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well, well that seems to be very funny there...
Are there also opportunities for 34 old white guys ;-)
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There is plenty of opportunity here for white guys of any age!
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