Nairobi

[Willyboy]

Prices starting from 90$, very central, walking distance from All hot spots. Large apartments, secure access, not newly built but accommodating.

Kind regards.

Arthur

90 dollar evry day for accomodation. This is not possibel for evrybody.

[WhizzKid]

Since these hotels have not been mentioned, do I assume they are not GF? ALso, does anyone else have a GF hotel besides the Chester House? I have RTFF, but not much in there about this, and the last time I was in Nairobi it cost me almost double to bring in company!

I used that last time I was here a few years ago and it was great, very GF with at least 3 different ways in. However prices seem to have gone through the roof there now.

Whizzkid

[Medic34]

Since these hotels have not been mentioned, do I assume they are not GF? ALso, does anyone else have a GF hotel besides the Chester House? I have RTFF, but not much in there about this, and the last time I was in Nairobi it cost me almost double to bring in company!

[Jamjam222]

Hi, I am in a real hurru and no time to scroll through all the old postings. So please, what is generally considered to be the best, girl-friendly, mid-priced, reasonably central hotel / apartments in nairobi. Many thanks. I will have more time to read and post when I get there.

Whizzkid

Chesterhouse

[Arthur66]

Prices starting from 90$, very central, walking distance from All hot spots. Large apartments, secure access, not newly built but accommodating.

Kind regards.

Arthur

Hi, I am in a real hurru and no time to scroll through all the old postings. So please, what is generally considered to be the best, girl-friendly, mid-priced, reasonably central hotel / apartments in nairobi. Many thanks. I will have more time to read and post when I get there.

Whizzkid

[WhizzKid]

Hi, I am in a real hurru and no time to scroll through all the old postings. So please, what is generally considered to be the best, girl-friendly, mid-priced, reasonably central hotel / apartments in nairobi. Many thanks. I will have more time to read and post when I get there.

Whizzkid

[Pagal Chacha]

Hi I will be in Nairobi on 1st Feb if any body intrested in drinking and hunting with please PM me:0

[Barri]

[snip]

P. S. A note to Jackson. As a fellow stickler for proper punctuation and a grammarian like yourself, you should know that since you changed your server / software, there is a sort of fascistic spell / grammar-check in effect which works to the detriment of expository writing.

For example, in the above post I have tried to convince your software that I really do want the word "won't" WITHOUT an apostrophe (I. E."tendency" or "inclination") , but your server is convinced I am a dolt and mean to type the contraction of "will not."

[snip]

I have similar beef : I always like to make a distinction between an absolute statement (which is supposed to end with a period or an exclamation mark, if I remember right) and what I'd like to call a "trailing thought" which would apply in situations where I don't (yet) have a strong opinion. I like to end my trailing thoughts with multiple periods (.) to indicate that I feel somewhat ambivalent about what I just said, but that gets always "corrected" on ISG to a single period.

2. : I like to hyphenate as well, but that always seems to be a red flag to ISG's "Grammar Nazi"

3. We were taught in GrammarSchool that you use " I. E." in order to explain something in greater detail. The ISG spell checker, without fail, changes that to "I. E" which according to my old Latin teacher just ain't the same.

In any case. And never mind grammar and interpunctation irritants. I'd encourage you to check out the scene in Kampala before you visit MBA. There ain't much likelyhood that the super hot Uganda girls who I met in MBA are the only ones reared in that culture.

Yes, it's sad that the quality of the forum software has deteriorated so much with the new vBulletin™ Version 4. 1.0. I'm glad I didn't renew my ISG subscription!

However, there is a work around for some of the Nazi spell check madness: Insert some BB Code to break up the character sequence.

- Wont.

- "trailing thought". . . (Here the Nazi spell check will insert an extra space, but you still get the multiple periods.)

Click 'Reply With Quote' to see how it's done.

Cheers,

Barri

[Arthur66]

If any senior members are around and want to meet, please let me know.

Kind regards,

Arthur

[LittleTruths]

I came across this blog, supposedly written by a Nairobi hooker, working on Koinange Street with stories about the adventures of a working girl in Nairobi.

If it's really written by the girl she must have at least an university education, looking at the style and the "philosophies" of the short stories.

On the other hand it might come from a clever journalist (or probably ghost-writer) , also because it seems to be a somehow commercial undertaking, as one can subscribe to the stories, listen to audio-clips or even order an "E-book", all for money of course, all be it just a few shillings.

The stories are entertaining though.

http://www.nairobinights.co.cc/2011/...n-my-legs.html

Nice find. Thanks for the link!

Episode 6 should be made compulsory readin for every aspiring Captain Save-a-Hoe.

Bless

[Gesheft]

Well spotted, very good tales of the night. I think every member should read the seven tales. This reminds me of 'Belle de Jour, diaries of a call girl' serialised in a newspaper, a book and two series on the television back home. Based on a working girl in London paying her way through medical school. The publishing house like your Kenyan girl will have had a ghost writer to add that extra 'je ne sais quoi! 'The media at the time were desperate to find out the girl's real identity, while many normal girls found that the oldest profession in the world was more attractive than they orignally thought!

I hope the girl in this case makes something out of it because when I walk to Madhouse, I pass those girls on Koinange St and it is definitely not the upper end of the business, in a really quite menacing environment.

I liked the expression such as referring to a pro as : "dealers in horizontal refreshments"

[Jbond]

I came across this blog, supposedly written by a Nairobi hooker, working on Koinange Street with stories about the adventures of a working girl in Nairobi.

If it's really written by the girl she must have at least an university education, looking at the style and the "philosophies" of the short stories.

On the other hand it might come from a clever journalist (or probably ghost-writer) , also because it seems to be a somehow commercial undertaking, as one can subscribe to the stories, listen to audio-clips or even order an "E-book", all for money of course, all be it just a few shillings.

The stories are entertaining though.

http://www.nairobinights.co.cc/2011/...n-my-legs.html

Well spotted, very good tales of the night. I think every member should read the seven tales. This reminds me of 'Belle de Jour, diaries of a call girl' serialised in a newspaper, a book and two series on the television back home. Based on a working girl in London paying her way through medical school. The publishing house like your Kenyan girl will have had a ghost writer to add that extra 'je ne sais quoi! 'The media at the time were desperate to find out the girl's real identity, while many normal girls found that the oldest profession in the world was more attractive than they orignally thought!

I hope the girl in this case makes something out of it because when I walk to Madhouse, I pass those girls on Koinange St and it is definitely not the upper end of the business, in a really quite menacing environment.

[Jbond]

A very good account from 'Fun and Sun' of the potential pitfalls in Nairobi. I have had similar situations when sitting alone eating a meal or having a drink in Nairobi.

If somebody says Hello, I will be polite to people and only carry on the conversation, if it is a good looking woman! Men stand no chance because I am in Kenya on love safari and men don't come into that equation. If guys try and sit at the same table, I always tell them that friends are about to arrive and I need the table. Yes, I know as we have heard the girls are invariably up to something as well but there is 50% less chance of me being scammed. Blunt and to the point but has probably saved me from many scams in my search for nirvana with the ultimate hottie.

Anyway, on a lighter note some of us must have had some great exploits to recount recently instead of all of this doom and gloom.

[Zimzam]

I came across this blog, supposedly written by a Nairobi hooker, working on Koinange Street with stories about the adventures of a working girl in Nairobi.

If it's really written by the girl she must have at least an university education, looking at the style and the "philosophies" of the short stories.

On the other hand it might come from a clever journalist (or probably ghost-writer) , also because it seems to be a somehow commercial undertaking, as one can subscribe to the stories, listen to audio-clips or even order an "E-book", all for money of course, all be it just a few shillings.

The stories are entertaining though.

http://www.nairobinights.co.cc/2011/...n-my-legs.html

[Fun And Sun]

Since we are on the topic of dangers and annoyances in the Mombasa thread, I thought that I would also add a story about what I think was a pretty close call for myself in Nairobi once.

On my way back home from Mombasa I unexpectedly found myself with a 14 hour layover in Nairobi and I was going to be there between about 10 in the morning until midnight. Wanting to take advantage of this extra time in Kenya I decided to head into town, and arranged a hotel for myself as well. Forget the name of the hotel now, but it was a hotel that I think catered mainly to local business men and it was located close to the bus terminal.

Being still a bit tired from my last evening in Mombasa, I thought that I would stroll around a bit to see how the neighbourhood looked like and see if I could find a girl to play with. Was not in a big rush, but was hoping to have some lunch and then worse come to worst then I would bite the bullet and overpay by letting a taxi driver hook me up.

Got hustled a bit, but mainly to buy bus tickets since I was not in a touristy area. However, after a few minutes of walking I did come to what seemed to be more the center of town so there were more mzungus around. Decided to sit down for a cup of coffee to get out of the heat, so went into a cafe and got a coffee and some sort of sandwich. It was pretty crowded in the place, and after a while a well dressed black man came up and asked if he could share my table. This is not too unusual if you are by yourself in a restaurant at lunch time and holding up a table for two by yourself and the place is full, so said that that was no problem.

We struck up a conversation, and he was very well spoken and educated, and after having spent the past several days only having conversations with malayas, taxi drivers, and drunken mzungus it was actually quite good to have an educated conversation with someone. We talked about Kenya, Africa, his work, my work, how my trip had been over about half an hour while we drank our coffee. He asked a few questions about what I was doing in Nairobi (mistake here, I told him the truth that I was here for a layover only, but did not feel that I needed to lie to someone that was a decent person) , I had also told him where I was staying at, where I was from, my nationality, what work I actually do (mistake again, identifying yourself as having money). But anyway, I was having a normal conversation like you might have anywhere in the world and didn't feel the need to lie.

As we had both finished our coffees and food, and he had mentioned that he was a teacher, he asked that the children in his class often write letters to people in other countries and enjoy receiving responses with a few post cards, some local items from that country, etc and if they could write to me. I thought "why not, that's not too much effort" and agreed and wrote down my address on a piece of paper and gave it to him.

When he put the note in his pocket, all of a sudden two very nasty looking characters sat down at our table. Almost like out of a movie, one of them even had a big knife scar across his face and over his eye. They declared themselves to be the "military police" and that the other chap was arrested and should come with them for being an illegal immigrant. One of them "took him away" and the other one stayed seated and "questioned" me and also handed me his "police identification".

I had realised at this point that I had been set up, but my brain was racing with what to do so I mildly played along with the questioning. Then the other "military police" officer returned and announced that they had found 150 grams of cocaine on the guy they had just arrested, and I needed to explain why my address was in his pocket next to the drugs. I was panicking a bit here. I knew this was a scam, but I thought that they would actually try to bundle me into their car at this point, and these guys were both a head taller than me and some very tough guys so I couldn't really expect to do a Steven Seagal and make my escape from them if they did this, nor expect help from anyone in the cafe either for that matter. I thought about making a runner, decided against it, then about screaming for someone to call the police, decided against it, and as my mind is racing how I am going to get out of this situation I kept trying to stay calm and pretend to be a naive tourist.

They asked me if I did the job I had told the other guy I did. I tried to play it of by saying that I had just tried to sound impressive, I was working in the post room of that company. They asked if I was leaving that day, I said that had been a lie since I didn't want the guy to suggest we should hang out, I was staying a few more days in Nairobi following a safari, and was now heading to Mombasa to enjoy the beach. They looked a bit disappointed at this.

After a while the second "military police" officer left the table, and the other "military police" officer went into a long monologue about how dangerous illegal immigrants were in Kenya and that they needed to protect the tourists from them and so on. Quickly I realised that he was for some reason stalling for time, and then I understood that he would not try to lead me out of a crowded place by himself but was waiting for his friend to return with some real (although corrupt) police officers. I decided to make my move, stood up, shook his hand and said that "it is lucky that men like you keep us safe from these illegal immigrants. Thank you very much for looking out for my safety." Then I walked away.

After I had walked two blocks for some reason I felt that I was being followed. Don't know why, and maybe I watch too many movies, but decided to zig-zag it back through the streets to my hotel. After a few minutes of this I realised that I had actually told the guy which hotel I was staying at and maybe they would try to meet me there with a uniformed policeman. I had a camera full of nude pics and movie clips of all sorts of sex action, plus a bunch of sex toys, so even if they couldn't get me for this "drugs charge" they sure could get me for that if they searched my room.

Took the quickest route back to the hotel at this point, and ran up the stairs to my room, threw my things into my bag and then ran down the stairs again in the space of probably about two minutes. The hotel receptionist looked shocked when I ran passed and shouted is everything ok? I had already pre-paid my room, so shouted back that "everything is fine, but managed to get on an earlier flight so need to rush back to the airport". Looked in both directions as I exited the hotel, naturally no taxis, but then quickly found one. Then breathed a huge sigh of relief as the taxi rounded the corner and drove away from the hotel.

So, instead of a nice lunch followed by an afternoon of banging one or two Nairobi hotties in my hotel I spent this time sitting at the little bar out at the airport drinking Tuskers and reading a book. Was still quite shaken up so kept looking around for the police so wasn't actually at that point yet upset about doing something a lot less nice than I had planned to be doing. After all, drinking beer and reading a book in the shade is nice, but that is not what I wanted to do on that particular afternoon.

Freaked out a bit as I went through passport control, probably unnecessary since don't think they would have tried to continue their scam at the airport and they didn't know about all the naughty pics and vids I had in my bags.

So, this goes to show the wisdom of never telling anyone your name, where you stay at, what work you do, where you come from, how much money you have, when you are leaving the country and so on like I posted about in the Mombasa thread before. There are some really good scammers out there, that's for sure!

Last note, the reason that you never tell anyone that you are leaving that day (or when you are leaving) is that if someone is planning to do a police scam on you then they know that you will panic if you are only hours away from missing a USD 800 flight and will be willing to bribe yourself out of the situation much easier than otherwise.