Every travel story has a snafu. We hit ours today. Until today everything has been perfect. Our flight from the Mara was perfect. Our flight out of Nairobi was perfect. Then things came to a screeching halt. But we found a guardian angel in Abdul.
We flew into Manda Airport. Someone from our resort was SUPPOSED to meet us and take us by boat to the island. No one was there. Abdul asked us where we were going and informed us the resort had not opened for the season– though we had prepaid.
Abdul called the owner and found out she is in London. He called our safari company and got them working. Abdul stayed with us 1 1/2 hours and made numerous calls.
So finally a boat came to take us to Kajani House. We got worried on the trip because although it is an island there is not a beach everywhere. We got more worried when we had a wet landing.
The people at this hotel opened the hotel for us. They are gracious and welcoming. We have a suite & are the only guests. They are creating a menu for us.
But we don’t need our swimsuits… Or our shorts because we are not on a resort and it’s a Muslim Island.
More to follow………
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