Nairobi

[QUOTE=Jamie69;1099781]Nex day early evening I took a taxi to Simmers after dark. Two mistakes here - firstly that even though it was after dark in fact there were plenty of people around and was safe enough to walk. Secondly I was stupid enough to not suss out how close it was from my apartment - two minutes walk. The taxi driver drove around the block a few times to justify his 500 KES charge!!! My fault. [/QUOTE]It is always highly recommendable to go by taxi after dark, even if it is just a two minutes walk! However, next time agree on the rate before you take the cab! For sure you will not make the same mistake twice! Anyway, think positive! Although you paid too much, but you had at least a safe trip!

Cheers!

Hesekiels

[QUOTE=Mad Dog65; 1100987]Mjuaji, recommended this place and sounds perfect for my needs. Can't bring ladies back to the hotel because of conference but looking for a place that has a good selection of girls where one can chat and have the action on the premise. Any other ideas would be much appreciated.

Cheers.

MD[/QUOTE]It's at 70 Peponi Road, Spring Valley, near the OilLibya station. Any good local driver should find the place.

[QUOTE=Expat Kenya; 1100030]My opinion:

If it is of no concern of a third party, what you think is an appreciative pay, don't post, everyone has a right express an opinion, and discuss.

I'd feel guilty ass hell too, when I'd see the poverty level in most areas compared with malayas being paid half a month minimum wage in one hour, remember, also unemployment in Kenya is 40, means no income at all.

If it is out of compassion or generosity that makes you open your wallet, sure there are better goals you can support in this country.

No malaya choose to be a malaya, some have good education, can't find a job. Others drop out of school, selling your body makes a better income. It is from which perspective you look at "whatever you feel is appropriate".

Some malayas have a better income than a surgeon, so why finish school?

Money helps and damages this society. It is where you spend money which makes the difference.

Pay reasonable, most important, there is more to it than money only, treat malayas reasonable.

The atmosphere is getting spoiled by mzungus who pay too much, and mzungus who can't behave, girls are getting scared. [/QUOTE]I actually sponsor a few high school kids. I pay max 24000 a year directly to the school and then the parents pay me 2000 a month interest-free. I insist on no-frills rural schools and end-term academic reports.

I meet one girl. Working in Mgongo inn (hotel restaurant) Work from 8am till 12 pm. One workingday. Than one day free. Salery 6000ksh / month.

Her friend work in 2 sifts. From 8am till 4pm, or from 4pm to 12pm. Work evryday (6/7) Salery 4000ksh / month.

It is not surpriced that this girls running like fouls after mzungus.

Insite this local place. Tusker 110ksh, soda 40ksh

[QUOTE=Mjuaji2003;1101360]I actually sponsor a few high school kids. I pay max 24000 a year directly to the school and then the parents pay me 2000 a month interest-free. I insist on no-frills rural schools and end-term academic reports.[/QUOTE]Thats the way to do it Mjuaji! Imagine a high school kid can be helped with kes 2000 a month (no-frills rural schools). Money well spend, even if it is a loan.

Money spent for malaya mostly goes to the bars, breweries and boyfriends.

I don't say malayas shouldn't be paid, but there are better ways to help people out of poverty for as little as kes 2000 a month!

Before deciding on Momasa for my January mongering jaunt, Kampala was in contention.

And as is my won't I struck up superficial relationships with a number of women on Afrointroductions from both regions.

Before the flames begin of:

A."Why would you waste your time on Afro when any girl can be had for the asking?" (Answer: Because I believe. And I have no evidence to support this conjecture other than my anecdotal experience. That the Afro population self-selects for a relatively higher level of sophistication and offers an option for less-work-intensive pre-score schmoozing of this sub-group)

And.

B."What you see on Afro is not the in-person reality, moron." (Answer: I know, but often it is and see point a.)

I would like to share a rather remarkable impression I am getting of lovely and much more uniformly open and sexual invitation among the Kampala girls, harking back to what LH alluded to in his recent post about the attitude of Ugandan women.

It appears I can be exceedingly frank about my preferences for threesomes and sexual submission with them in a way which, to date, has brought not a single comment of:

"I am strictly a one-man woman dearie and I expect the same from my man."

"The Lord didn't intend man to lay with man or woman to lay with woman, dear."

Etc, comments I not infrequently receive while cybering up Ghanaian, Ethiopian (especially Ethiopian) and Kenyan ladies.

They mostly write that they will be happy to be my guide and companion while I am in Kampala and that they will be happy to accommodate me to the best of their ability.

Bullshit? Patter? A real reflection of a more fundamentally flexible attitude in the face of the grim prospect and dirty business of finding a man to whisk them away? Cultural / tribal differences resulting in a more submissive inclination? Strictly luck of the draw and without any statistical inferability?

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."

Also, periods and capitalizations are imposed ruthlessly and inappropriately, hyphens removed and replaced by punctuational nonsense.

I should think this would irritate you no end. It does me.

[QUOTE=Willyboy; 1102951]I meet one girl. Working in Mgongo inn (hotel restaurant) Work from 8am till 12 pm. One workingday. Than one day free. Salery 6000ksh / month.

Her friend work in 2 sifts. From 8am till 4pm, or from 4pm to 12pm. Work evryday (6/7) Salery 4000ksh / month.

It is not surpriced that this girls running like fouls after mzungus.

Insite this local place. Tusker 110ksh, soda 40ksh[/QUOTE]Thank you Willyboy. Am always happy to know actual prices / salaries.

[QUOTE=Satyr9; 1105674]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."

Also, periods and capitalizations are imposed ruthlessly and inappropriately, hyphens removed and replaced by punctuational nonsense.

I should think this would irritate you no end. It does me.[/QUOTE]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.

[QUOTE=LustyHombre; 1105765.

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. [/QUOTE]11 days until Mombasa.

Anyway, I like the beach, too. Lake Victoria won't cut it.

I was in Nairobi a few months ago and am going back in a few weeks.

After research here I went to Simmers where due to being a relatively early bird I ultimately found all my partners.

I also tried Madhouse which was very quiet but I guess as the latest I was there was 11:30 I was probably too early.

Now although Simmers was not crawling with top totty, with a bit of patience I always seemed to find one that was in my opinion very attractive. Quite a few University girls seem to hang out here.

My question is though, what are people referring to as stunners as a lot of people say you cannot find them at Simmers but they some seemed stunnig to me.

Also if you don't want to stay up until dawn (I am working) what is the top suggested places to go?

Can anybody recommend anywhere to play golf around Nairobi where you can hire clubs and possibly hire a caddie?

Well everyone is talking about the pitfalls of Mombasa. I have to say the girls and the establishments in Nairobi for me have tended to be more mercernary and prone to tricks. I have had to be more on my guard in Nairobi and had to deal with more angles and agendas. I know these girls tend to travel around a bit but life in Nairobi seems to be more complicated for them and us. Maybe their boyfriends tend to lean on them more for money at home in Nairobi as to when they are hiding the sausage with clients at the beach!

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.

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.

[url]http://www.nairobinights.co.cc/2011/01/episode-6-why-should-i-not-open-my-legs.html[/url]

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.