Once you go black, there's no going back. Not quite true but the place is an absolute delight for those who, like me, love the female form when it comes in hues ranging from lightest mocha to deepest, darkest chocolate, along with those crazy, unbelievable hourglass shapes.
I'e always wanted to return to Kenya. The last time I was here, about 8 years ago, I was only in country for a week and yet fell in love with the place, particularly after I had met Mary, who possessed the most jaw droppingly amazing pair of knockers that I had seen in the longest time. So I had always wanted to go back and so when it became time to choose the African leg of my "Around the world in 80 lays” trip, it was no contest and I booked a, rather affordable, direct flight to Nairobi on Kenya's national carrier.
Hidden Image/Members OnlyMaryThe overnight flight is a reasonable 8 hours which, these days, is about the longest I can put up with the indignities of cattle class. The flight was only half full so I was able to bag a whole centre bank on the spacious Boeing 787 dreamliner, and able to stretch out I managed to get in a good couple of hours of kip before the flight arrived in Nairobi at 5am. The time difference between London and Nairobi is only plus 2 hours so, unlike punting destinations in South America or SE Asia, you are not subjecting your body to the unholy rigours of jet lagging.
Immigration was a breeze ($50 for a 3 month VOA), as was customs and within minutes I was standing on the forecourt outside the terminal. I repaired to a 24 hour coffee shop, where I grabbed the biggest, blackest Americano I could get, and logged into the free WiFi. I had booked an Airbnb gaffe in Westlands, which is the uppest market part of town and was able to confirm with the property manager that the keys were available and the place ready for occupancy at once. I grabbed an uber without too much problem and headed off into the horrible Nairoban traffic for the uncomfortable 2 hour crawl into town. Traffic snarl ups here are as bad as any seen in Jakarta or Manila. So it was gone 8 before we pulled up at the apartment compound where I was to stay. This was at the top of a dead-end lane and so very quiet and rustic. Hard to believe that I was in the centre of a teeming African city and very nice, as was the spacious well equipped apartment which was to be my fucknest for the forthcoming month.
Now one of the reasons why I had chosen Nairobi for the African leg of my trip, apart from the obvious, is it's temperate climate. It's high up in the central highlands with superb weather that is rarely too hot or too cold. Its height also means it is not malarial so there is no necessity for prophylaxis although you are still advised to take precautions against bites particularly as the nasty little, dengue caring buggers are active during the day. But, on the whole, it is much healthier than much of the rest of Africa.
I grabbed some kip and so was ready, fit and raring to go so in mid afternoon so I fired up my laptop, logged into the surprisingly fast WiFi and was ready to find my first African princess of the trip. This was to prove as ridiculously easy as shooting fish in the proverbial barrel.
…to be continued
