The Maasai Mara: The Stay (Mara Sopa Lodges).

The magnificent Maasai Mara Sopa Lodge
Welcome to Mara Sopa Lodges (www.travelpod.com)
Welcome to Mara Sopa Lodges (www.travelpod.com)

We left Nairobi at 8:30am on Thursday the 13th of August. As is normal for people of my family, my sister and I were late to the picking point. We were supposed to be there at 7:30 am and we got there at 8:00am. We were six of us plus a nice lady from Rwanda which made seven in the tour van. Before we reached there the rest of the members asked what the tour van looked like and my sister was like, “Look for a small car or a van”. They replied saying that it was a Nissan. I almost died. Just so you know, some people lack descriptive language. They failed to describe it as perfectly as they should because it was nice. It was not a Land Cruiser but it was nice.

We left and reached at the Mara Sopa Lodges at around 1:00pm. On the way we saw camps and some other lodges and you know sometimes you just put your expectations really low. I was amazed when we reached at the gate and the entrance was breathtaking. We got to the reception area and a man came shouting, “Welcome to The Mara Sopa Lodges as he gave us disinfected towels to wipe our hands with and freshly pressed juice.

The reception area
The reception area

As we were sorting out our rooms a group or tourists arrived at the reception and the man started talking in German. I was like he knows four languages give or take. I was counting, English, Kiswahili, German and his native language. We went for lunch which was a buffet or as I would like to call it, eat till you can eat no more.

We were escorted to our rooms and my God did we need the escorting. We really did walk as our rooms were number 77, 78 and 80. We got in and instead of taking the few minutes we had before going to the game park to rest I started taking selfies.  When I see a mirror, the narcissistic person in me wants to shine and I let her. The room was really nice. The beds were made of really nice wood that had carvings, there was a safe where we were to put valuables…we didn’t have valuables.

The rooms at Mara Sopa Lodges
The rooms at Mara Sopa Lodges

Those of us who know how to swim changed into their swimming costumes and they went into the swimming pool. The rest of us just sat at the sidelines and stared weirdly at them as their bones shook. The water was that cold. Some white tourists were in there playing with a ball and having the utmost fun. My definition of fun was to look for the monkeys I had seen earlier so that I could photograph them. I didn’t find any at that time and I also came across this sign.

 

At 4pm we left for the park and came back at 6pm.  At 7:30pm they started serving supper and I decided I would take all three courses. It was a trying time for me and I almost wept real tears. I usually don’t eat well at night and I am also a really slow eater. We had a Maasai dance that lasted approximately 30 minutes where 90% of the time they were in a jumping competition. The man at the reception came and he spoke 6 languages. I think you didn’t hear me correctly, I said 6 languages (English, German, Cantonese, French, Spanish and Italian). I’ll give you a moment of silence to feel inferior.

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The Maasai dancers at the lodge.

The following day they packed lunch for us in nice little boxes as we were to be on safari the whole day. During supper time one of the chefs approached our table and told us there was Nyama choma outside. The Kamba and Kenyan in me salivated all the way to the serving area. I was served and then a white lady approached me and told me to take a picture of her, her husband and the chefs. I am a nice person, I took it but then the chefs looked like pieces of coal as I did not use flash. IPhone camera difficulties.

The last day was bitter sweet. You are thankful for their hospitality and want to get back home but not really. I would go there again and again just to have that experience unless someone is paying for Mara Serena then, I wouldn’t mind.

What say you?