Sooperduper
Everyone is back digesting heavy bags of memories from Maasai Mara.
The mice nest in our closet is finally empty and quiet, but Sooper Guesthouse is bustling. The route down the staircase is an obstacle course, passing tanned legs and avoiding getting caught in someone’s video call.
The school kids across the street are getting entertained by the early birds in our group, busy doing yoga at the roof terrace every morning. So are the heavily armed guards on the other side of the road, observing pale faces sketching and stretching at their balconies.
UD has clarified that foreigners should be extra careful after dusk, now we know why. Every evening students looking like sponges enter the guesthouse, hit by the heavy daily rainfalls.
Everything is poa!
