Paul drove us to Sangare, which was out through the back gate of the club grounds and onto a dirt track far more vehicle-worthy that the cratered highway. The marvel of Africa's abundant wildlife was quickly apparent even in our short drive from Nairobi to Aberdares where we'd seen ostrich and zebra. By comparison, drive through forested areas in the US or Canada for hours and see nary a chipmunk. Sangare is one of four tented camps owned by Savannah Camps and Lodges. It is situated just to the northeast of Aberdare National Park and next to a large plateau overlooking the slopes of Mt. Kenya to the east.
Accommodations consist of a limited number of well-spaced wall tents on raised platforms.
Appointments were comfy, consisting of mattresses on simple frame beds, soft linens, thick blankets, battery-operated lamps and full bath complete with hot water. This was not camping in any sense of the word, for which Maggie was grateful. There is no electricity, and the dining hall is lit entirely by lamps and a fire pit. Sangare is rustic yet expansive, clean and well appointed. After a late afternoon horseback ride amongst zebra and Thompson gazelles on the adjacent plateau, we settled in for a Tusker beer fireside at the pond's edge as the sun set and the chill night air descended.