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Instead of heading back to Nairobi for our last evening, it seemed that all of us wanted to prolong reality for as long as possible and after a mornings game drive of leopard spotting (with no success) we had coffee in a very plush lodge (Rupert felt much more at home here, with the neat colonial gardens, beautiful swimming pools, views to take your breath away and 5* service) and then headed back to Naivasha. The plan was to view a couple of camps as we wanted to stay somewhere a little more luxurious than we had been (judging them by the bar, the toilets and the number of overland trucks that were parked in the car park - neither of the boys had got any lady action so far in the holiday!) and then take afternoon tea in the gardens of XXXX. Well that plan went pear shaped when we stumbled upon our dream bar and hit the tuska! After a couple of games of ping pong where Rupert spanked both Daubs and I, and the most almighty thunder storm, the boys decided that however lush the bar was, there were no overland trucks and a sever lack of lady talent! So we headed to the first camp we looked at, booked in, got on the g&ts and found out that there was a club at the bottom of the garden - ideal! Deciding that the food would be better at the other bar we headed back, had the most huge pizzas and shots in the middle of our dinner! My first introduction to springboks! We got chatting to the owner of the bar (standard!), who Daubs instantly fell for (a very pretty blonde with an Irish / Kenyan accent!), however it turned out she was married so that was that and off we went in search of that club we were promised! Well what can I say, a legendary Daubeny / Thomas night! Rupert bailed at 1pm but Daubs and I continued to dance well into the early hours, bearfooted and ony stopping to pick glass out of our feet or have a quick smoke (worryingly that must go some way to describing the state of our feet, the fact that we both obviously have rhino hide on our soles as the glass can just be picked out without drawing blood - attractive!). At one point (around 2ish I think) there was a real mix of races, however the next minute I suddenly realised that Duabs and I were the only whites in there and EVERYONE wanted a piece of us! What hospitality though, to be accepted and danced with like this when we were clearly completely outside of our territory and could have felt as though we were intruding but never once did anyone make us feel that way. Just good old fun and a night of dancing. At 3.30 Daubs got mischievous and suggested going on to another club in Naivasha - 'mind you' he said, 'get ready to be gropped'! Daubs, what the hell do you think I had just experienced for the last couple of hours - by men and women!!
Luckily (in hind site), when asked, a guy told us that all clubs in Naivasha would be closed and that Nukuru would be the only ones still open - that was a little to far even for Daubs. So we called it a day and stumbled back with the birds just about stiring!! Isn't culture funny - we got chatting to a few different people that night and I find it facsinating how different individuals are and can treat a woman. One of the guys we met was a black Kenyan who was a tour guide so him and Daubs had lots to talk about, even with Daubs bringing me into the conversation on more than a couple of occasions, the dude absolutely refused to talk to me, blanked me and the couple of things he asked of me he asked Daubs!! We also met Bert the Dutch guy - seriously, I have never met anyone so arrogant and chavanistic towards women! He nearly had the wrath of Rebecca, although I took a leaf out of the book of Kenyans and decided to leave it until tomorrow!
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