Not-Sweatyville

Taking into account my setback in Istanbul, the organizer of my safari had arranged to take care of me on my arrival and get me out to the Masai Mara at the earliest possible. I arrived in Nairobi at around 2:00am and I have a morning departure at 7:00am, so I am eager to get into my hotel and get some proper sleep.

The guides who met me at the airport were quite friendly, but that is a small consolation for the fact that one of them has forgotten to actually book the hotel that I was to stay at...and which is now fully booked.

It's now 3:00am and I am sitting in the lobby of a very nice, but full, hotel in Nairobi. I count ONE door man, TWO front desk staff, ONE cashier, THREE visibly armed security guards on patrol, and ONE cleaner. There are FIVE others whose function I cannot guess but who are wearing everything from a three piece suit to a 50 cent wardrobe and a sideways baseball cap.

One of them is wielding a baton.

That's a lot of activity for 3:00am. And, apparently, it is cold. One of the outdoor security guards is wearing something resembling a balaclava. I guess it's winter here, but that's seriously overkill. I'm sitting here comfortably in a t-shirt, shorts and flip-flops. I'm just happy to not to be sweating like crazy anymore. Though a bed would be nice at some point.