My client, an Italian company, is very thoughtful. I told
them that my travel involves an overnight stay in Nairobi and that hotel
vouchers were missing from my ticket reservation. They took care and sent me
vouchers for Nairobi Airport Hotel. Sounds very reassuring but there weren't
any taxi drivers that knew were the heck it is. I got to them because the car
sent by the travel company hired by my client didn't show up, of course.
I get a car and a driver “recommended” by an airport guy
that says he will take me to the hotel but in five minutes of questioning I realize
he knows shit and I seriously consider the possibility that I am being
kidnapped. I wasn't, he was just looking for a fare...After ten tries and 20
minutes of driving around the airport the hotel reception picks up and gives my
driver directions.
We enter into a slum area and I reconsider my position whether
I am being kidnapped or not. I wasn’t,
it was just the neighborhood of my “hotel” who proved to be in a closed
compound of grey brick buildings looking much like barracks, you know, with
those small square windows?
After bumbling through the compound we get thoroughly lost
and we just sit tight until a hotel employee (actually THE hotel employee)
turns up. We were about ten meters away from the hotel reception entrance that
actually had a sign that said “Airport Apartment Hotel” in font Arial 38
points.
After I saw the dirty floor in the small room that was the “reception”
I considered leaving and going to another hotel in town but it was really late
by now and I decided to rough it. I saw worse in my time as a field geologist.
The shepherd huts in the Carpathians didn’t offer toilet paper or hot water or
towels either! True, in those days I carried
my toilet paper with me …well, a bed sheet can be used as a towel, too if you
don’t have a problem about skin diseases. And a cold shower never hurt anyone. Of course, the “hotel”is not actually a hotel.
Three smal apartments in the building are being rented out…
The positive was that the boiled spaghetti with tomato sauce
that was on offer as diner was soft and waterish and warmish -)) but the Internet
was working!! That was really good; I could make fun with my daughter about our
day’s experience. She had visited a primate sanctuary near Yaounde. After she
told me how the gorillas were cared for and fed I started having second
thoughts about evolution.
The entertainment on offer was a selection of Nigerian
movies (the ones that have a production cost of USD 200/movie) but anyway, I
was tired after the long day and I slept well under the mosquito net and had my
revenge on the pesky bastards that were buzzing frustrated about ten cm from my
head.
Morning check out was great, with dinner at just 10 dollars
so I recommend the Nairobi Airport Hotel to really bankrupt backpackers. Still,
I am not one…
P.S. To be fair, when I told my client about the experience
he was quite upset and he will make sure the hotel is changed for the return
trip!! (another Airport Hotel?;-))