Nothing special but tidy and totally okay for the first night. Our lunch there on the last day was pretty basic.
What a great way to start a safari! Everything is made from wood, the guest sleep in comfortable tents standing on wooden platforms. Everybody is very friendly, the food is tasty and in the evening a fire is lit. "Without fire, it’s not a camp." sais the boss. The view is magnificent and there are lots of birds around.
When it’s dark the guest are asked not to walk alone on the paths between the main building and the tents because sometimes the camp is visited by elephants, hyena or even lions. To avoid any possible danger the guest are accompanied by Masai carrying spears. At the beds there are whistles that can be blown if there should be a problem. I assume: If a guest whistles the employees will stay away from his tent as there might be a lion 😉
If we should return to this area we would definitely spend more time there.
A good hotel with excellent view of the crater. The food and the service were very good, the rooms spacious and the pool is decadent.
Another good hotel. The service was much less professional as at Ngorongoro but everybody was very friendly and their attempts to offer perfect service were funny and charming.
We liked this place significantly less than the others. We had the feeling the employees considered us more as a nuisance than guest. The rooms were okay but it felt less homey than elsewhere.
One thing not under the responsibility of the hotel owners but still unpleasant is the sulfuric smell coming from Lake Manyary if the wind blows from there.
We had a really tiny room that was full of wonderful old things. The whole hotel had a great colonial atmosphere and the view from the terrace over the sea and the ships was fantastic.
A small hotel run by a local rastaman. Our room was none of the offered honey moon suites, more basic than what we had before but okay. The old man at reception was pretty grumpy, but the owner was very kind and helping.
Calamari fishing was great, see travelogue.
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