Nairobi

[Tradewinds]

Thanks for your wonderful reports, I enjoyed reading them very much, I felt I was back in Simmers. Jeddah will be less rewarding for sure!

Cheers.

[Arthur66]

saturday i felt like exploring other venues, for two main purposes. firstly, i wanted to check if my assumptions are true regarding the muzungu places, and second i wanted to score something different than a simmers girl, say an escort type kind of experience. i also wanted to take a little break from simmers, after a while it becomes more of the same and some variation could be good.

i prepare myself for a potentially expensive night out, my bank account becomes 100 usd lighter, and i leave my place with 5k in my pockets and 6k back in my room, properly hidden.

first step, finding a taxi driver that does not do muzungu prices, reveals to be a challenge as expected. from the cbd to k1 i get offers as high as 800. i wanted to spend 2-300 maximum, it is a ten minutes ride. taxi drivers are a tough sort, they don't bend, best offer is 400, and after a good 20 minutes of search i guess that is the best i will get from a proper taxi. funny, one of the drivers get pissed arguing that his taxi has insurance, as it was something optional that only classy drivers have. i guess many of the "private", or non licensed taxis do not have it, but it still does not represent a selling point for me.

we leave, and after a short ride we arrive at the famous k1. it is a large club, with different buildings hosting bars both in the open air and covered, restaurant, a kind of pub, live music and tvs everywhere. already at the parking lot i have the feeling this is one of the muzungu places where i will get skinned alive just for a beer. large range rovers abounds, mpvs, luxurious cars are the norm. i start walking about the place, and i notice a large amount of locals, more than whites, which surprise me to some extent. a mix of people coming from different parts of the world, where i recognize indians, middle-east and far east somatic traits. the place is very quiet, it only 8:30 pm, there aren't many girls around. i sit outside, order a coke. 100 bobs and 20% more expensive than simmers. the hostess goes around in a red suit, good looking, plenty of staff around. i start to chat to one of the few pros present, an ugly girl eating leaves from a plastic bag. i investigate fees, she quotes 100 usd long term. for a girl like that, i reckon i would probably pay 1k and no more, but i keep asking trying to see where it goes. after a few minutes, she gets down to 2k, not bad as negotiation is concerned, but still very low quality and no go.

i start wandering about again. a very slender and elegantly dressed girl is in discussion with a rap like kind of local guy, i bet he is her pimp. an indian is making out with a local girl while sitting at the bar, go get a room for god's sake! a few lonely ladies sitting at the table in front of the band do not even try to make eye contact, either they are waiting for somebody or the absence of a jacket and a tie, with annex suv, suggests the true origin of the truly yours.

k1 is, in my eyes, the right place for middle and upper class, with security, clean, and a quite artificial atmosphere. i get bored quickly, it is not my place, it is not african and it is expensive. it is located in the middle of nowhere as well. i look for a taxi to move to casablanca, my second destination. k1 has its own cabs, and the first driver quotes me 1k. i look at him, give him a big smile and move to the second in line. 800, other smile and pass. i go on the street, there are no official taxis around, i have to take a chance with a private driver. negotiate 600, still expensive, but i have limited options. we arrive to casablanca in other 10 minutes, there is no traffic.

the place is also quiet, it is 9:30. this is a muzungu place, or at least there are only whites around. i recognize us cadence, english, and a few expat wives having sophisticated conversations with expat husbands, trying to sustain the conversation while checking the talent coming in. girls are nice, tall, slender, dressed to kill. high heels and mini skirts are the standard, together with a stuck up attitude. nice show, but i strongly doubt any of those chicks would come to my table and introduce themselves, you got to chase them for the whole evening and feed them with drinks before you got a chance to get an offer of some sort. i order a coke. 200 bobs and it is warm, fantastic, just what i was looking for.

i see a girl sitting in the garden, alone and dressed a bit more plainly. i approach and we start to chat. she looks nice, speaks a good english, obviously educated, classy in her simplicity. the usual story follows, she works in a beauty salon, one child, no boyfriend, dumped by the father of her son. i listen quietly, and after a while i signal i am going to move on. she suggests, in an elegant and convoluted way, that maybe me and her could spend some time together. i play stupid, so she starts with the by now famous "to be completely honest with you" pitch, followed by the presence of a financial issue (school tuition, better than paying the rent and having nothing to eat, more upper class) and a request for assistance. the financial issue is at the 8k mark. 80 usd. i thought it was going to be worse, maybe she reserves the big guns when she wears high heels and mini skirt. i rebate with a 4k offer, and she goes "that would help already". half price in two sentences, not bad. i try to see what exactly she has in mind, asking what she plans to do tomorrow morning. she realize i am talking about lt, she reports she does only st. 4k for st, right. i guess that a quick shag and 4k would not be a problem for the many expat husbands frequenting the scene, but the package is far from my wishes. i tell her it is not what i am looking for and start to move. a request for 1k in free assistance follows suit, promptly answered by a no way baby.

i leave with another private cab, other 600, destination simmers.

in my eyes, both k1 and casablanca are dedicated to locals with money and muzungus looking for a safe, classy environment, far from the reality of the city and the country in general. i have little doubt the talent present in these places is far better than the best you can find downtown, but i do not like the sphere, i find it boring and sterile. it is also as african as an igloo, i could take both places, moving them as a whole in the middle of new york and they would be quite the same. question of taste, i know, but i prefer the shabby, simple and truly african simmers sphere, with truly african girls and people, dirt, dust, roasted chicken and intense smell of humanity.

i arrive at simmers, wander a bit outside, i saw girls on the street just behind the place, let's have a look. joan is there, the girl who i dumped yesterday, beating the pavement looking for a quick one, maybe in the car or in some dump downtown. there you go girl, that is the right place for you and your shitty attitude, that is the hard rock bottom of your options. well deserved, but i still pity her. too sentimental, i know.

i get in simmers, a few known faces. joan's friend is there too, she gives me the look of satan, but she does not say a word. i guess that means she is no catch for tonite, what a shame, i was just dying to have her lol. i find a nice one, very dark skin, good looking. we sit at a table, she is interesting. i investigate availability, but the is under the weather too. darn, it seems all nice girls menstruate at the same time, leaving only the golems available. i am horny, went blank for two days in a row, got to find something. i see phillys, my lactating friend, in company of another muzungu. i wave at her, she waves back and comes to my table. she is busy right now, but she expect to be free in 20 minutes, please wait for me and don't go away. uhm, the evening is not promising, the place is quiet and the talent limited. i keep wandering around for a bit, looking for possible alternatives and making a mental list of options. unexpectedly, philys comes back to me after indeed 20 minutes. she is visibly tipsy, but not drunk. i propose lt for 3k, i know she wants a bit more money, and my take is she deserves them. i had one of the best times with her, and to me 1k more or less is totally immaterial. she accepts, we walk out, she must get her reserve clothes close by. i discover that simmers does not accept keeping the girls stuff in storage, so these are left to three private guards surveilling an office 100 meters on the left of the main entrance. a pile of plastic bags, jackets, trousers, shoes and alike lies in a corner, the belongings of i believe most girls frequenting simmers. i guess it must become quite busy at closing time.

we walk towards chester, followed by the inevitable lady with baby on the back, supported by two others down the street. i don't her give anything, she mutters "go away from my country", phillys leaves 20 bobs falling on the pavement, she fetches the coin but keep begging until we reach the invisible wall. interesting that police arrests working girls when they try to go back home but leaves those nuisances alone, i would do the other way around. street girls could add something to the nairobi already colorful sphere.

phyllis is not 100, but she performs well and she cums a couple of times, making me happy as well in the process. she is to the moment the best girl i found. she is less toxic than sheri and slimmer, pauline has disappeared, tabby was great but a bit too cray for my taste, maria is out and joan is very out. i still could not taste miss long legs, but if phyllis remain available i don't really need her. within this environment, finding a few good and reliable providers is key to success.

in the meantime, i started to understand part of the resentment against whites in kenya. they don't participate in kenyan society, preferring to remain closed within the comfort of their absurdly expensive houses and clubs, showing off their being rich with big cars and expensive clothes. they frequent only their peers, don't engage with locals, don't care and are afraid. from their ivory tower, they can spend years in nairobi without a clue about the place, isolating themselves from one of the nicest people i know, the kenyans, and one of the most interesting places in africa, the beautiful nairobi. their fears are unfounded, at least in normal circumstances. i never saw an episode of violence in everyday life, kenyans are a pacific people. yes, they ask for money practically everywhere, but they are entrepreneurial, resistant to adversity, bright even when uneducated, and respectful. i could expect troubles if walking about at night in kayole, that is defined by locals as a slum, but would it be different in any other major city elsewhere in the world? traffic is horrific, but it signals dynamicity. there are conman and thieves, beggars and dealers, working girls in bars and office staff at companies. there is dust, smell, approximation in many things, but this is not europe of the us, this is africa.

or maybe they are right and i am wrong. but, as wrong as i can be, and as risky at it can become, nothing will stop me from exploring the inside of the societies i am visiting, trying to understand what lies beneath the surface, beyond what tourists are offered to see, and what fearful and ignorant long terms guests believe the country is all about.

i really hope nothing major will come out from the elections, else the big liar, the television and the press, will just shatter this country reputation into pieces. an undeserved destiny for kenyan people, fighting everyday against all odds to move forward, with a determination that the lazy western world cannot even comprehend.

friday evening i received a call from my boss, i got to move, another job elsewhere, my hours in kenya are counted now. must fly to jeddah for another mission, this time i am afraid far less rewarding.

arthur out, and unless there is something else to report on, thank you all for reading. this could be the last chapter of arthur's kenyan adventures.

[Chuppi]

you must absolutely have a basic idea of the destinations you want to cover, and select your place with care.

Where is Chester or Simmers from Serena?

[Arthur66]

it is two weeks i am here now, and i start to recognize a certain pattern in nairobi nightlife. i am not sure i got it completely right, but i believe it could qualify as an educate guess.

but first, a recount of two uneventful days.

thursday was relatively busy at simmers, few foreigners around, but plenty of locals. still drained by my escapades the days before, i was wearing the "if nothing happens, it is also fine" mental hat. the basic plan was to have dinner, a couple of beers, and being overall lazy. should i have found a gem begging me to bang her, i could consider.

i meet the usual line-up of long time chasing characters, greet them, a few jokes, kisses. nothing special around dinner time, but that is normal. simmers has three basic inflows, which repeat on a daily basis. one is around lunchtime, a few girls looking for st in the afternoon, rarely very attractive. lily belongs to this group. a second wave arrives around 4 to 6 pm and it includes the largest number of potential candidates. some of them use simmers as a launching pod for a couple of beers before hitting other destinations later in the evening, typically the westlands places (gypsy, casablanca, black diamond, etc.). the third wave arrives later at night, and it includes girls who either have had it with the above mentioned places and want to relax and the ones who has seen too much competition at the muzungu places and try their luck at simmers, a low cost market but less competitive.

while having dinner, i observe a white guy busy with the one of the many conman active at simmers, the jewels and watch seller. he is a small local, old and battered man who approaches tourists trying to sell them highly suspicious items, both in terms of quality and origin. an assumingly golden chain comes out of his collection, i wonder who was mugged to get it. there is another one, the safari tour salesman, who try to convince you to arrange a safari, requests a down-payment, and then disappears. i keep an eye on the white guy, i will try to warn him if i see him getting into troubles. while listening to the conversation, i finish my dinner, to i just decide to approach and introduce myself. after two weeks of pure local scene, i don't mind having a chat with somebody coming from the same side of the planet.

i shortly discover my worries were unfounded. the guy in question is quite experienced, knows his way around, and behind his jovial approach there is prudence and abundant skills. we start to chat, exchanging experiences and drinking a few beers. it is a real pleasure to talk with him. we both use a cover, although mine is a bit more complicated than his, and we both have been around the block for a while. utterly interesting, i let him know about isg, i hope he will decide to join in.

he stays at a place in nairobi where guests and visitors are very controlled during evening and nights, so he hunts during the afternoon for st and relax in the evening. i tell him about chester, sharing with him my findings and experiences with the place. as the evenings proceeds, i decide that i won't look for female induced fun for the night, and order my third beer. for me that represents a cut-off moment, three tusker malt means no sex, no negotiations, and a night of rest with both eyes closed and recharging my batteries. while i don't like sleeping alone, there is an advantage in doing so on a regular basis as i can really relax and i don't have to leave my brain and ears in listening mode for the whole night.

which brings me to the subject of accommodation, an important aspect i did not mention before. in nairobi, as in any other place, the choice of hotel is paramount to have success in your adventures. a gf friendly place is mission critical, as well as where the place is situated. chester for me represents a relatively inexpensive option (125 usd per night) , with excellent security and no hassle. visitors must be registered, which is a very good idea, but they don't charge for them, which is another excellent idea. a lot of people complains about the visitor registration process at hotels, but they fail to see how that decrease their risks of becoming victims of fraud, theft, and violence. assuming the girl in question uses her i'd, something you must verify, once inside she cannot afford being stupid, else she can be reported to the police, and the girls know that. furthermore, chester is just in the middle of one of the hot spots in nairobi, with several places at walking distance. this avoids me the pain of dealing with taxi drivers, a class apart of conman all around the world and nairobi in particular. they charge you the double to go to places, and when you get out of them with the catch of the day, they simply [CodeWord123] you financially. imagine, a muzungu guy anxious to go back to base and fuck his prey, possibly drunk and without options, a paradise of extorting possibilities. this is why, when planning your stay, you must absolutely have a basic idea of the destinations you want to cover, and select your place with care. if you fail to do so, be prepared to get stressed by a number of logistic limitations, extra costs and additional risks.

anyway, i keep talking with the guy and observe the well-known dynamics of the place. interestingly, simmers became a hot spot also for the gay community, of both colors. if you get there, don't be surprised to see white men with black locals, and it can happen you get approached by local "gay for rent" during the night. i did not see any transgender around, i doubt the level of debauchery has reached those levels yet. i hang around until 2. 30 am, closing time for simmers and bed time for me. on my way back, a few ladies with babies sleeping on their back chase me for a while, begging for money. i keep walking, saying no and basically ignoring them. they give up at a now well known point on the street, a kind of invisible wall they don't trespass.

yesterday, friday, after a long day of work i hit simmers again in the afternoon. i find yesterday's guy, we start to chat again while having lunch and drinks. one of the afternoon ladies approach and sits at the table. never seen her before, nice looking, she plays the "i am not a prostitute" card, something typical of the afternoon shift. they try to convince potential customers that they are nice girls, with a job, family, hobbies, cats and dogs, they are just there "to relax" and give you the impression of hunting for a non-pro. my friend listen to the story and looks at me. he knows the story as well as i do, yeah baby, sure you are not a pro, you just shag whites for pleasure and for a ridiculous amount of taxi money, sufficient to get you to mombasa and back on a pink cadillac.

my friend looks for st, she is not exactly his type, but i reckon it is a good idea to let them alone. i have a walk outside, enjoying the warm weather, observing the way political parties try to convince people to vote for the one or the other in march. i am concerned about the outcome of that process. apart from the violence, which will most probably be there anyway at some stage, there is an increasing nationalistic sentiment arising against muzungus. the issue of land buying from non kenyans and non-african parties is red hot, and a common feeling of resentment against whites, seen as exploiting the country, is evident. talk of nationalizing land and businesses owned by external parties is present overall. if such view prevails, from march on kenya will become a real hell for most if us and will precipitate the country at zimbabwe levels by the end of the year. many are concerned about what will happen during the elections, but the real risk is what will happen after. if they decide for a nationalistic, kenya for kenyans political and economical approach, all external investors will flee as one the country, leaving it to the wiseness of its people and to the strength of its own economy and resources. i saw it happening before in other places, including zimbabwe and venezuela. keep an eye on this, as it could mean the second best african economy is going down in flames by end 2013.

when i go back to simmers, i was informed my friend is gone and in company of the girl. excellent mate, enjoy her. i am on my own for the evening, time to hunt. i have a light dinner and a beer, tonite alcohol is restricted. i start wander around, chat with a few girls, the congolese band starts playing and the place gets slowly crowded. friday scene, as described before, is different. high heels, short skirts and makeup replace the more down to hearth kind of girls present during other days. friday is the day, in nairobi, when local men decide it is time to have some serious fun and when clubs get totally packed. prices go up, the dynamics get inverted, even after midnight girls stick to their guns. as clubbing goes on till in the early morning and locals want to find a prey, low budget mongering becomes difficult. excess alcohol becomes the norm, and i find myself one of the few walking around still able to remain stable on my feet.

i find my lactating girl, i propose, she wants more money. i pass, wish her good luck. miss long legs is back in all her splendor. her broken front tooth is now completely gone, a shame. i ask her for her plan, and she reports she in "under the weather", a local expression meaning she is menstruating, and she is not available. i try a few more girls, but most of them are feeling like the queen of saba, high prices, bad attitude, and increasingly drunk as a whole. one tells me that she accepts my offer but to come back in 30 minutes, and i know why, she just wait to see if she finds something better than my 2k. i took this into account, fridays are bad, but i keep looking, eventually i find joan, smallish, synthetic hair, a bit hyper. my sixth sense tells me she is on the edge of possibilities, but my options are limited and my balls full. my spu does not kick in, sign that she is not of its liking. however, i sit her down and introduce her to a world of romantic lovamaking and shitty pay. she wants a drink, i get her one and one for me. we keep talking, she wants another beer. i tel her now or never, i am going back with her or without her. she decides to come with me, but on the way she keeps nagging about a second drink. i stop her on the way, put down severe terms, no more drinking or she goes back to simmers alone. she says yes, we arrive at chester, she gets registered. security informs me there are 25 visitors, practically the whole chester house is fucking. i have a bad feeling about joan, she asks me for 100, i gave them to her to see what happens next. she brings them to one of the guards, talking in local language. once in the elevator, i ask her what it is all about, and she tells me she really needs another drink and she asked the guard to go and buy one for her.

the elevator arrives at my floor, the door open, i push the g button and the elevator moves back to the reception. she is not listening, she is nagging, and she has blown it for what i am concerned. she looks at me, and i tell her she is going to go back to wherever she wants, without me, without my 2k, where she can get wasted as much as she wants. she is pissed off, i push her out of the elevator, the doors close and i go back to my quarters, alone. a quick call to security to inform them that my guest is not welcome, but i get told she is already gone. good, actually shit, no score for the night. i am not in the mood anymore to go hunting, and i wonder if the little ***** has informed some of her friends to wait for me around a corner to have a chat about what just happened. it is now 1:30 am, time to call it a day.

things like this happen at times, finding a prey is always a matter of chances and risks balancing. sweet at the beginning, friendly, chatty, available and accepting my offer, they can turn into a liability anytime between simmers and the morning after, it is a part of the game. my strategy has always been to call it off as soon as i see the situation is not anymore fully in control, when she tries to take over."wait for 30 minutes","i want another drink" and "let's go somewhere else" represent all alarm bells, the girl is not ready, is not committed, and it is going to be a pain in the ass. she was stupid, fortunately, to show off her cards before i let her in my place, as she was pushed by me to reveal them. another excellent reason why, in this environment, fellow mongers must absolutely remember to keep up their guard and listen to their instincts. had i failed to be tough with her and with myself, i would probably ended up calling security in the middle of the night to have the ***** escorted out.

it does not need to go like that. a few evenings ago i scored tabby in almost equal circumstances, another risk, but it went very well. question of luck.

talking with these girls while drunk is very educational. a few of them reported to have a "boyfriend" somewhere else, sending her money, sometimes big money like 30-50k each time. poor bastards unaware of the fact that they are paying an authentic working girl in body and soul, financing her going out every evening hunting for additional money and shagging anybody who would pay for her services. legends about finding such an idiot abound, the dream of many, if not all of them is to find a sucker, possibly old and definitely rich, to give her money convinced of the story about the poor girl, orphan, possibly with children, student and looking for a better life. samaritans feeding authentic money wolfs, vampires of feelings, cheaters and consumed liars.

oh well, everybody its own.

today is saturday. i am considering changing destination and having a go at k1, i was told it is a nice place, a bit less on the wild side of things, possibly a bit more expensive. in alternative, i could go for an easy one picking up one of my long time chasers, or go for a 15 minutes hunt at madhouse and score a beauty. possibilities abound, i will follow my instinct. my research on tagged is not delivering anything worth mentioning, so i will keep moving and hunting. and as every hunter, sometime you score, sometime you spend the whole day in the rain and in the cold, to come back empty handed and with nothing to eat.

but, every disadvantage has advantages. every day passing without scoring makes me hornier, fills my balls, makes me sharper. provided i will find another gem, it could become a memorable night.

arthur out

[Bulik]

Even me as a Nairobi veteran enjoy your post very much. Alot of important information to be had by those new and old to Nairobi. Never been a Simmers guy but after your post I will surely be there for a few beers next week to check out the talent.

Continue Enjoying,

Bulik

[SceticoBlu]

Arthur66: informative and entertaining.

[Arthur66]

Since most of my companions are semi-pro, I do not trust their ability in the noble art of putting a condom on me. With the exception of Cheri, who used the professional way (condom between the lips, and down in blowjob to wear) , all other girls have seen my twisting ability.

Besides between long nails, lack of practice, rush, nerves and the rest, the chance they actually make a mess of it is quite large.

Arthur66,

It's with great pleasure I'm reading your entertaining and informative stories.

Please allow me to ask you one "technical" question:

You mention that you are using Femidome female condoms, for which I agree that they are more convenient to use.

I am just wondering if all the girls are used to this type of condom and if they know how to insert it, as it takes a certain "twist" to put it in.

Or are you the one who wiggles it in?

[Zimzam]

Arthur66,

It's with great pleasure I'm reading your entertaining and informative stories.

Please allow me to ask you one "technical" question:

You mention that you are using Femidome female condoms, for which I agree that they are more convenient to use.

I am just wondering if all the girls are used to this type of condom and if they know how to insert it, as it takes a certain "twist" to put it in.

Or are you the one who wiggles it in?

[Arthur66]

as i finished my box of vitamin c, i scrambled at the last minute to find more. and in the best of arthur's traditions, i could not remember where i bought it. i hardly ever find what i am looking for. in the best of the very same tradition, however, i found something that is possibly better. the pharmacy just opposite chester house, which knows me as a massive buyer of femidom condoms, sold me a box of vitamin v. 4 pills for the ridiculous amount of 100 shillings.

vitamin c and v are not really needed, i am not that old, but i enjoy the enhanced endurance and the partial deprivation of cum sensation it provides. it allows me to go longer, and provide more pleasure to my night partner. for that money, it is something i would advise everybody to try.

yesterday night was a slow one at simmers. few people around, even the congolese band was kinda lazy. met cheri, with her beautiful smile and inner happiness. she was just hanging around, waiting to hit black diamond later in the evening. excellent provider, but i had half plan to see if miss long legs got hold of her i'd card and give her a go. the mental image of me humping a model like girl with those long legs wrapped around my neck, still wearing her high heels (kinky, i know) has been torturing me for a couple of days.

obviously, she is not around. cheri makes a second attempt, i give her a kiss and i send her hunting. one of the regulars, the one chasing me by forever now, looks at me with a mix of hate and desire. i approach her, it is time to square up things. i tell her she is beautiful, but she is not my type, trying to explain to an african simmers pro the somehow volatile concept of chemistry between people. i am not sure she got it, and she looks quite depressed.

the big lady is even more depressed, she hardly say hi. i guess a few of these people had to pay rent on the 15th, and either they could not or just about could, leaving them close to bankruptcy, and in some cases with children to feed.

i recognize a backside, with long, dark blond wavy hairs, very nice. i approach her at the table, trying to make some conversation and discover who she is and what she wants. badly dressed, smooth talker, not kenyan. she in indeed half ethiopian, forgot the name as usual. it is clear she is after something else than mr. 2k. i leave her and wander about a it, buy a beer, and i see her massaging an older muzungu. he wears shorts and a ridiculous flowery shirt, white like milk. a tourist.

i feel loaded but lazy. sit down to look at the band, miss no chemistry reaches me and she just seats on my side. i start massaging her neck, slowly, without saying a word, with my left hand. she is a bunch of nerves, i can feel her. after five minutes, she almost falls asleep, her eyes closed, her head bending forward, deeply breathing. i don't want to remain there, i make sure she is back on this world, and start wandering around again.

the ethiopian is not with the old muzungu and she sits alone again. no score apparently, i am sorry for her. i approach a girls just on the back entrance of simmers, standing alone and with the inevitable mobile phone in her hands, exercising her thumbs writing messages. i chat her up, half ugandan, nice kind but she does not have the mojo. she is also going to hit black diamond soon. i put her in my list of potential targets and move on.

just few meters away another beauty, small, dark, nicely dressed, natural hair, perky tits, flat sandals. not a pro, interesting. i introduce myself, grab her hand, guide her to a table far from the music. she is not really a chatter, which is good. a bit shy, but attractive. the chemistry is there, for reasons i will never completely understand. she has an i'd, she is looking, but she does not actively hunt. she is a twice a week simmers girl, with a job (she says) and available. i lead the conversation to what she is looking for, and what she is not looking for. dumped from a vehicle in the middle of a wood, fucked hard without any romance, not getting paid afterwards are all things she is not in for. sounds all quite reasonable to me.

she does not have good teeth, but i can see through that. i describe her a night together in a nice, close place, in the company of a fine gentleman like myself (sic) , looking to make her enjoying some real romantic, wet, slow sex. the selling pitch is well received, if i get reborn i will become a gigolo.

i ask her about compensation, she shoots 5k. in normal circumstances i would quit it then and there, but she is not experienced, i give her another chance, putting forward my by now famous terms and conditions. 2k and you will cum, not one but several times, and i will treat you like the princess you are. she thinks about it for a few seconds, she turns back to me eye in eye, and she whisper "it's not all about money". i give her a kiss on those soft, big lips, feeling her taste, and i kiss her ear. she giggles, with a big smile on her face. i drink up my coke, we move. the ethiopian is back to the old muzungu, third attempt. boys, she is insisting. the muzungu is coming from a different planet, i hope he does not get a stroke should he decide to give her a ride. she looks like a serious sex machine if she wants to, will he survive it? good luck.

i decide to go for the full bf experience with my girl, whose name i obviously forgot. i am hopeless with names, but it does not really matter, baby or darling (if i am in a more classy mood) work great. besides, i am sure she forgot my name as quickly as myself.

she has never been to chester house, and when she gets in is favorably impressed. the place is clean, nice looking, big for her standards. i am a bit taller than her, i hug her sweetly, i kiss her full tongue, bite her neck, feel her perky breast. i will get her to beg me to get fucked, i will make her so horny that she will just vacuum clean my dick inside her. she undress, we keep kissing, i reach her pussy still covered by a quite enjoyable piece of knickers. i start sucking her big, swollen nipples and something sweet comes out of them. i could be damned, she is lactating! i ask her (she is already moaning) , she confirms she is indeed breast feeding her almost one year old boy.

i suck them a bit harder, her panties are starting to become quite humid, how strange. i peel the underwear off her, going on my knees to kiss her where i know she wants to be kissed. she stops me, she wants to take a shower. i keep going, feeling her gently with my fingers, she is soaked. go for a shower, baby, i will also freshen up a bit. while she in under the shower, i undress and give my spu a good wash. very happy of the effects of the newly found vitamin v, it is huge, i hope she will cope with it. when she comes back, i start all over again, still standing, my tongue half way in her pussy, she close her eyes, pulls my hair, time to lie down.

as soon as she lies down i go straight for a daty, military grade. she starts to moan heavily, she shakes, can't stand still while i feed on my favorite juice. her clit is swollen, and my middle finger feels her pulsating anus, she is almost there. i go in 69, she takes my pole, natural talent, in a few minutes i am wet to the thighs with her saliva. i am impressed, time to give her the first orgasm. after all, a gentleman word is a gentleman word. she is on the top of me, still can't be still, i hug her hips like in a ju-jitsu fight, stick my tongue in her. she cums screaming, tightening her legs to avoid i keep going, she is out of breath. i release her and go on top, kissing her, licking her, she pulls my hair, kiss me full mouth, and then she finally say what i wanted to hear,"fuck me please baby".

objective number one and two have been reached, she came and she wants to be fucked. now the most difficult part. making her cumming while fucking. not all girls can do it, and i do not always succeed to find the right moves. i put a condom on, start to massage gently her entrance, she spreads her legs, put her hands on my hips and pulls me in her. a sigh of pleasure comes out, her eyes closed, her back arched, i push a bit further down, she shakes, i fuck her slowly and deep, kissing her. the second orgasm comes, stronger than the first, i expect somebody knocking at my door with the kind request to make less noise any second now.

she pants, with the typical smile of an orgasmed woman, lying down, eyes closed, enjoying the waves of pleasure. i give her a few seconds, turn her around, it is time to doggy, third orgasm for her and first for me. she likes it, but she asks me to be gentle, i am big. i start pumping her, admiring the beauty of her booty, small, compact, hard as a stone. i massage her breasts, and feel her cum dripping on the sheets. my bed is a mess, again. the room attendant is changing sheets almost everyday now, i am sure he wonders what the hell i am doing at night.

i pump her harder and harder, i feel her cervix, but she does not stop me, she starts pushing back, lowering her ass to take it deeper, and i let the break lose. i fuck her hard, deep and fast, all the way in, she screams and she pushes harder, she has almost convulsions, her pussy is pulsating, i can feel her cumming again, her head buried in the pillow, screaming and moaning. i shoot my load, adding some noise to the quietness of chester house.

she is absolutely wasted. three orgasms in less than an hour, i wonder if she ever done it before. my spu could use some more action, but i let her rest. full bf experience, i tuck her in, give her a kiss, and let her sleep. i check the room, close the door, prepare for the night. check the cash in my pockets, i have enough to pay her tomorrow. relaxing on the couch, my thoughts go back to all the stupid girls i met in my life, all those who said no to me, all those whose fuck buddy is a piece of plastic, all those who live without sex for months as it was a natural thing to do. all those who wanted "a serious relationship" and renounced pleasure in the meantime, and those who are waiting forever to find "the right one".

what a sadness. hysterical before 25, panicking for children until 35, surrendering to a life alone and without anybody making them scream of pleasure for the sake of remaining neat girls. and jealous of those who can enjoy it, look for it, with or without money, calling them sluts.

i sleep, enjoying her warm body, listening to her breathing.

in the morning, my spu kindly requests to be put back in its natural environment, something warm and wet please. i wake her up, she is not a sex in the morning person, but i excite her enough to get her to spread her legs. other condom, i mount her in mish, she does not want to cum again, had enough. ok, in that case, just bend over baby, i will take care of the rest. i take her hard, she moans again. if i continue, she cums again for sure, so i finish before that happens.

she showers and dress up. rarely seen an happier woman, she doesn't walk, she almost jumps around with a smile from ear to ear. sounds like she enjoyed it, and like mr. 2k respected his promises to a young mother, a muzungu bf for the night, full service and satisfaction guaranteed. wondering for a minute if i should start a line of business, something like "for a small fee, bf experience and three orgasms guaranteed, dedicated to pro and semi pro simmers hookers in need of some pleasure in life".

as broke as they are, they would probably pay my services in coins, but who knows, maybe the voice spreads around and some more well off customers would beat simmers pavement looking for mr. 2k.

jokes apart, i would like to thank you all for reading my posts, and for the decision to include my previous one in the rod. i am honored.

the muezzin sings the 4 pm pray, thanking one of the many gods of this world for his gifts.

i gear up for another night. the room is clean. will shave, reduce my messy hair to something a bit more civilized, wear something else, and go out. simmers is in need of mr. 2k and his two beers, roasted chicken and fried vegetables. miss long legs could be still broke, around, with an id and in need for something different than the usual. or maybe somebody else.

inshallah, arthur out

[Gesheft]

My plan for yesterday evening was to take it easy. I always work with a plan in mind and my balls were still in recovery mode.

Fifth, most important. Your primary processing unit is what you use before, during and after. Leave the secondary one for the moves during sex.

Let's see what happens tonite. I have recovered now. Arthur out.

EXCELLENT ARTHUR. A CLASSIC.

Definitely a Report of Distinction

One of the best guidelines for mongerers around

Great!

G.

[AfAsia]

Damn you to hell! Arthur66, you making an African miss Africa, LOL. Just loving your postings; and fellow mongers please take note of the sound advice. Good to see things never change in this part of the world. Sent you off to ROD.

[Arthur66]

my plan for yesterday evening was to take it easy. i always work with a plan in mind and my balls were still in recovery mode.

a few known faces came to my table. eunice, a 30+ lady with the chat of an evangelist and the body of a 30+ african woman got me and told me half of her life in 30 minutes. she was the one who introduced me the potentially under-aged girl a few reports back. she is a bit on the large side, but has a massive rack (for african standards) , she is broke, and she looks like one of those mature women who i like so much. we talk about many things, including sex. she starts sending clear messages she needs to get fucked as a matter of priority, nobody took her in the last two weeks. my secondary processing unit (dick) starts clicking. i keep myself very cool, then i offer out of the blue a "if you like, we could spend the night together, just for fun". usual terms and conditions apply, i think by now everyone knows my offer. i would not be surprised if my nickname has become mr. 2k.

she looks at me in disbelief. i already turned her down before, mentioning the fact she is a bit too large for me, but that was partially a lie. one of my favorite providers elsewhere is a bbw, i enjoy navigating on a sea of warm, soft tits and ass. anyway, she tells me that she needs to take care of some children back home and that she can't do lt tonite. bummer! we agree that we will see in coming days how to deal with that. she will inform me of her lt availability.

i wander around. a few girls grab me by the shirt, trying to start a conversation. it feels so good to be chased, instead of having to actively hunt for pussy like back home and in the western world.

miss long legs is still around, i wave at her, and keep wandering. after a few minutes, she just stands in front of me, a good 10 cm taller than what i am, looking at me with out most severe and highly bed-like eyes. her mental waves were screaming "take me, take me, oh please baby take me now". she has the body of a model, dressed to kill, definitely pro. i did not see that coming. i look at her back, and i ask her blunt-face if she would accept my terms and conditions. she says yes. no bs tonite and tomorrow, no extra money, lt, full services? she says yes.

my secondary processing unit is really clicking now. i say ok, take her by the hand and walk towards my hotel. we arrive there, only to discover she has no i'd. wtf! how is it possible a pro like that does not have an i'd? she tells me she gave it to somebody else for st. and that she should be back to simmers in 2 minutes. right. 2 kenyan minutes can be two days and never. the secondary processing unit, highly disappointed, cease clicking and informs me that for what fun is concerned, we see tomorrow. i walk her back to simmers. the big lady before comes back. she changed her mind, she is now available for lt, she will ask a friend of hers to take care of the children. i say no, no deal. it is just not the right evening. and she looks a bit too desperate.

it is one of those evenings were nothing works as planned. i wanted to take it easy, and i find myself with the hots for two different women, i want to have them but for various reasons it doesn't work out. ok, let's have another beer. it will kill my spu, but won't make me drunk and the night is going to be a lonely one anyway. i make an exception and i offer the super model one too.

i discover other two interesting things. first of all, girls give each other ids on a regular basis. the process to get one is extremely long, so when they lose theirs (and they always lose stuff, thanks to be empty-headed and drunk) , they find themselves in additional troubles as many hotels require an i'd for entry. in fact, she tries to get one from another girl, saying "she has an i'd now". i ask her to show it to me, no resemblance whatsoever, sorry baby it doesn't fly. i need you with your real i'd. bummer for her, she went blank several days in a row, she needs money.

we talk a bit, and i describe the after-simmers process i got from another lady. taking a cab, crashing in a bar downtown till morning, etc. she looks at me and she goes "so you know". bingo, story confirmed! this is mission-critical information folks, pay attention. late at night, when simmers (and other clubs) close down, you can negotiate a free ride with one of these chicks, in exchange of a warm bed (and a fuck obviously). assuming they are drunk or stoned and you are the same, you are in for some very cheap night time. same applies, as already reported, after 10 pm. it is curfew time, from that moment on, you are 100% in control. and if there is few or no potential customers around, you are the king of the world. approach the ones you are interested in, chat a bit, make an offer. if they refuse, just say "should you change your mind, and should i be still around, let me know". good chances one or more of them will just implore you within 30 minutes. just like the super model did, and she goes for 4k.

it is 1 am, time to go. i walk towards the exit, alone. a dark, tall and pretty miss stops me and whisper "i have an i'd.". jeez, that is not fair play. she was listening. smart move. but i made my decision. she is pissed off, as all girls who asked for a drink, a cigarette, money and so forth. both miss long legs and the big one ask for taxi money just before saying goodbye, other no. i reckon that if i would say yes to any of these girls, i would probably shell out my 2k fuck budget paying the bills for half simmers girls. and girls talk with each other, as all women do. the muzungu pays for taxi. offers drinks, let's go! i could become very popular, and very broke.

it is wednesday morning, and i get a meet-up with a girl found on tagged. we meet at 11 am at simmers, we chat a bit. she plays it well, office staff working night shift. uhm, strange, offices are rarely open at night, but ok. she says she is in for some fun, i say ok, let's go to have some fun. we get to my place, no i'd. i walk her back, kiss goodbye, nice try baby. another pro, another scam. welcome to kenya.

the security guards know me here, so we start to talk. i learn another important piece of information, a waiting document for an i'd is a lot more complicated than the one i was shown. it has stamps, signatures, and the rest. no picture, but it is a much better done one. the guard in question, a lady, works for chester for many years, and she saw many things like this happening. she reports that everybody in kenya must have an i'd with them at all times, by law. if they don't have one, it is in itself illegal. some don't have it, some don't want to show it. either way, something is wrong.

drink spiking is still ongoing, according to her, both at simmers and madhouse. there is people there who goes in loaded with money, and they flash it too. they leave their drinks unattended, the girl spikes it with some powerful narcotic, and they wake up the day after someplace, lucky if they still have their shoes on. even locals fall for this trick.

which brings me to the subject of security. after many years, i learned a few things, which could be useful read for beginners. first of all, never walk around with anything you can't miss. what you need is some cash for drinks, possibly a phone (not something more than a really basic one) and that's it. no credit or debit cards whatsoever, no i'd unless you really need it. no jewels, expensive glasses, watch, nothing. when looking for women here, you pay after, so you don't need too much cash with you. and you don't really need to impress them to bed them. your money in the morning is what they want. never forget what they do for a living.

second, you must prepare your room beforehand. your most precious belonging must be stored at reception, your laptop and other expensive pieces of equipment must go in your luggage, which must be hidden and closed with a lock. cash must be hidden in an easy accessible place (not in your luggage) , better if in multiple places. have enough with you to cope with some surprises in the morning.

third, listen to your instinct. if it is too good to be true, it is not true. as a rule of thumb, you must go for a thorough interview process and look for inconsistencies. it is a bit like police work. accountancy student? tell me about the balance sheet. hairdresser? which brand of hair color you use? you have never been in a hotel? you have never done this? you don't know anybody here? check it out.

remember that these girls are not that smart. they know a few basic tricks from each other, but they don't normally have a story that stands for long if you keep asking and try to look for holes. you, on the other side, must have a good story, and must stick to it. a couple of girls here recognized my accent. and my reply is that polish has indeed the same cadence. your perfect story is made of three components: you are there by a long time, you know everybody there, and you are broke. their perfect story is that you just arrived in town, first time, tourist for a couple of days, european or us, nice job, married, with money, and in a rush. that's paradise for them, a perfect target for a 100 usd ride and possibly some dirty tricks in the morning.

fourth, hide your identity! nothing you say or they can see must bear your name. your nationality, date of birth, phone number, not to talk about your financial details, must never be disclosed. never. check the tags on your luggage, they bear your name and where you come from. don't let them take pictures of yourself, for any reason. and if you take pictures of them, remember that wifey back home can take a peek. delete txt messages, any evidence you know about and check for the one you don't know about. a simple blip can cost you a fortune in divorce.

do leave your room in perfectly neat state before go hunting, know where you put your stuff, every single piece of it. if you operate in a messy environment, where stuff lies everywhere, it is going to be very difficult to figure out something is missing before the lady leaves in the morning. and when she is gone, she is gone together with the laptop, the gsm, the cuff-links, your expensive rayban shades, and the rest.

fifth, most important. your primary processing unit is what you use before, during and after. leave the secondary one for the moves during sex.

let's see what happens tonite. i have recovered now. arthur out.

[Naked Gunz]

Hello all and Happy New Year. In NBO now and loving it. I'd like to pass on my info. (more of a logistical post for first timers). This is my second time after 6 years, so I'm a newbie. I'll just use bullet format:

Arrived the 3rd.

* HOTELS: For two days I lived at Natural Oak Apts. Turbo Dr. Off Lanana in the Embassy district. Good area, walking distance to YaYa Mall. Had the studio, great hot water, internet great first two days then it became sporadic (died on ocassion). Great spot if you drive, cook and want no prying eyes. Staff is stupid, they took days to answer all simple emails from me. Mongers need simple shit around us VERY close, like laundry, store, fast food. You won't get this here. I had to give a cleaning girl $ to wash my clothes at her place.

Moved to Chester House, Kionage St. CBD. MUCH better! Great screaming fast internet. Decent food, great view of the city, decent room. You have to turn on the water heater. I took two days of cold showers. It's right there next to the Simmers and Madhouse. And the hotel has its own bar on the 2nd floor. You will also have Tuskys supermarket across the street for groceries (kinda sucked) , a liquour store on Morktor Daddah street, dry cleaners, ect, all right there. Hotel laundry is expensive. Washed 5 pieces for 12 bucks. Too much $. But I would do Chouse again. Had a girl from Simmers with no I'd. Guards took a couple hundred to let her in late after any eyes around.

* Communications: Sim Cards- Safaricom SIM cards need to be registered, otherwise they will shut you down. I got a cutoff text from Safaricom two days later. I registered at Nakumatt Juction Mall. I found later a Safaricom place right on Kenyatta Ave by the hotel where I could have registered it. The phone is your lifeline for comms and arrangements for repeat performance from a preferred girl.

*Transportation: Traffic is terrible in this city. If your waiting for a date to come to you, hope your patient. And they will always make it sound they are closer than they actually are,"Ten min away from you", is really an hour. Only use taxis with a yellow line on the door (Mats also). They are the official taxis. I got gouged about three hundred shillings more than the average. Kenyan, as I watched them bargain and kept my mouth shut. After seeing them deal with the traffic, kinda deserved. Bus station is accross from the Hilton hotel where I think you can reach most places in the city for 50 shillings. If you are adventourous this site has Bus / Matatu maps for anywhere:

http://www.jambonairobi.co.ke/tag/na...matatu-routes/

*Websites. AfroINTRO- What a letdown. Of 6 I met from the site. 2 had fake pics. 3 tryin to play me with a no phuck rule, and 1 I had to wait till next day to shag. What is that 16% Their pics look better than they do in person. Only two of the six looked really good live, but they won't phuck! And had suck personality. Are you kidding me! I had much more fun with hookers. Those no phucks were not trying to scam me, and one of them actually showed me around and stuff. I think they are going for the long term BF homerun and trying to not look easy. But who cares. Just use them for information.

-Craigslist- Saw one with some great pics on the site and called her to the room. She also had fake pics, but actually not bad body and was kinda cool chick- even told ME to record this with something! Smelled a little but after a few days being here I got used to it and don't mind.

-Tagged- Here is where I met my superstar! Real pic. We met for drinks and once she started feeling comfortable, started telling me she lives alone and likes being naked in her house and she is Bi. Sexy body and great personality. She just started getting real comfortable and turned on. Grabbed a bite to eat, went to the room ans she started taking shit off to prove her point. Talkative during the shag and really feminine and sexy. Great service.

*Bars- This town partys, good bars everywhere, so I'll just mention a few.

Pickups in bars: Most Kenyans guys are married and keep the wives at home and take out the GF. When they take them out, the women look kinda bored, so don't assume it is a chick alone, she may be with someone. A few times I saw the bf even leave their gf alone in the same room. Kenyans treat the women pretty much like crap. I was thanked by hardcore Madhouse pros many time after giving them a good shag. Best to pick up on the dynamics of the place before approaching anyone.

-Madhouse. Was fun, prevailing advice is watch to watch your drink. I'm told these are a mix of pro, college students and women there for fun but may take and opportunity to make some money. Most of them look really sexy. I never saw a 9, 10 in Kenya. Music not hip-hop only, but mixed. Madhouse is an instituion not to be missed.

-Simmers-I learned this is a Congo / Nigerian bar. Best hunting in evening. No Naoimi Campbell look-alikes, esp during the day, but you can get some here with nice bodies. Food on the grill, a few TV's. I had 1 drunk chick follow me around the place, started stroking my back, I had to get a younger chick to get rid of her. The young one was 18, no I'd. I took her back to the room, but thought it better to shag her once and get rid of her cause she could have lied of her age. Gave the security a couple hundred shilling ea to let her in.

Havana-Execellent! Good place for your regular chick-only 10 min drive from CBD. Food, live music. Gypsys and Bachus right there also.

-Strip clubs-Checked out a couple. Lidos is the best. Near River Road. About 10 girls working the poles-3/10 really hot, but it is dark. Don't worry about tipping, everybodys broke. Was told a session in the back goes for 12k, but I'm sure negotiable. Even better is to just get the number. I got a 4k quote for my room.

*Security. Daytime-no problems anywhere. I only had to tell one guy to get out of my face in two weeks there. At night in CBD, yes there are security everywhere but half of them are asleep. And will a Kenyan risk himself to help you? Even in the USA, security is only trained to be a good witness. Just go with your gut feeling about anywhere, and don't bling-bling.

Kenyans are some of the nicest people I have met. I actually walked through a construction zone and fucked up my sneakers with mud. This guy called me over and cleaned off my shoe like I was JESUS, I could not believe it. Of course I tipped him.

In Nairobi for direct mongering I would just devote my time to Simmers / Madhouse until you get a feel for which non-pros are willing and what clubs and bars you like and will have good success in the outlying areas because of the bf factor. Good luck.

NG

[Arthur66]

I am getting a lot of unexpected responses to my posts. Thank you all, most appreciated. I think this is all what ISG is about, sharing stories and helping others to find their way to a warm, wet and horny woman.

Yesterday I went back to Simmers for dinner. Shaila, the very dark and slightly disturbed lady who keeps chasing me, comes for the regular complaint about not being chosen and the fact I do not offer her nothing.

Another regular catches me at the entrance, with deep bed-eyes. I guess if I would ask her to blow me in the toilets at Simmers as a good-will demonstration she would do it. But she is a hard-on pro, and I do not feel interested.

I was hungry, ordered roasted chicken and fried vegetables, delicious. I keep making jokes with the waitresses, shaking hands with the waiters, chatting and having fun. It is great to have my own turf, feels like home. The guards at the entry don't bother anymore to check me, and as soon as I arrive I get either a coffee or a coke, they know already what I want.

Regulars wave at me every day, the voice is out. The muzungu is a cheap bastard, but he is nice, treats their women well, and has a nice place to stay.

I was not in the mood for a woman, my balls have declared a general strike. I am having so much sex that I felt spent. But there comes Sheri. It is clear she is in for some fun, she wants her pussy licked up to the cervix, and she makes no mystery of it. OK, sleeping alone is not my strongest point. 2K LT, let's go.

Nice girls, a bit chubby, smokes too much but is a nice company. I take her several times during the night and evening. I love when I can just tell a woman to suck me and she just does it, and it is great to tell her to bend over and get my dick in her without discussions. I love African girls.

Both her and Pauline are putting forward clear propositions about going steady. I must be careful in keeping the relationship but not giving them ideas. On my books, it is not fair to promise anything to a woman who, after all, is only looking for a husband who fixes her life.

The more I speak with them, the more I discover a world of assumptions and legends regarding muzungus. Despite all the education they received, marry one and having a child with a white man is still seen as a bonus. Pauline would gladly remain pregnant with me even knowing I am not going to stay. It sounds crazy to western ears, but here it is nothing strange. Having children is a priority in life above many other things, and the African typical lack of long-term planning is evident.

Yesterday I went to look for Pauline shop in Kayole, Eastlands. Kayole is the other face of Nairobi, poor, shabby, almost a slum, but safe. If I was into it, I would just go there fishing for women. It would be so incredibly easy. On my way back from there, the matatu stopped for a few minutes to get new people in. I was sitting in the front, and there were three girls on the street chatting. I give them a big smile from the window. One of them stops the bus already driving, jumps in, sits at my side and asks for my phone number! Wow, I feel like the king of Persia here.

Anyway, I can't find Pauline shop, and her GSM is turned off. It is possible there is nothing like a Pauline shop in Kayole, another piece of bs, but I do not care. My istinct for adventure has taken over, walking off the beaten track in stinking mud and open air sewage. I got a number of curious looks from residents, I think they never saw a muzungu walking about down there and alone.

I have still not faced any situation where I felt in danger. Walking in that incredible mess that is central station, where the busses are, is more of a question of no accepting help from anybody and looking like one knows perfectly well where to go. Years of experience in developing countries are paying off. Never stop walking, never run, dressed down, nothing on me apart from some money, no credit card, nothing that you don't want to have stolen. No watch, it does not make sense to know what time it is.

The weather is not great today, but I am in the mood for some further exploration. I am starting to understand Nairobi more than what I thought. Taking the matatu is a great lesson in African society, you see girls taking the bus, all dressed up to go to the office, just coming out of some old, run-down house somewhere. People starting from nothing, working towards a better future, with a persistence that is unknown in the developed world.

Assuming tonite I will have something in my sack, I will try something new. I would not mind having a go with some local ladies on a freebe level. But however it goes, something tells me I won't sleep alone anyway. Tuesday is a slow day at Simmers, I know it, they know it. Let's rock!

Arthur out

[CharlyW]

I logged on here to see if there was any useful info about the Kenyan scene as I am travelling there in February, your posts are clear and to the point, thank you.

Charly