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The
classic sytle of circular huts at
the Momela Lodge. The authentic
thatch roofs are delightful
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Karibu (Swahili for 'Welcome')
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Like
the hallway of my new condo in
San Francisco, the entrance way is
long and narrow; well, not that
narrow
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The
second type of double huts at
the Lodge. Mehdi and I shared one
of these
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The
Rovers parked out front of the lodge.
You can see the big satellite dish out
back. Out of the way though Momela
was, it had some first world
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Mt.
Meru towers over the lodge, and
wild animals often walk straight through
the grounds. It is one of those places
where they say always bring a flashlight
IF you MUST go out at night; which, is
of course, discouraged |
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Marc
and Lana check us all in,
while we go outside to... |
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hang
out and drink. I sound like an
alcoholic all the time I know.
My father says "You have the genes." |
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Bruce,
our own Masai warrior, sits
besides Marya and Nancy |
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Marc
gives a toast; I do not know if
anyone remembers what about, as we
were all toasting(ed) |
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Russell
and Nancy, amidst the
background of servers and helpers. |
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The
table in the "Red Buttons Dining Hall"
could have seated 20 |
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Ah,
how nice. There was a flower on
the pillow. Ice and dirt is what was on
whatever we used as pillows on
the mountain |
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