GRUMETTI RESERVE, SERENGETI, TANZANIA
October 1, 2009
If time travel were possible, this would be the closest thing to making you feel transported back to colonial (with some modern decadence, of course) Africa. I was starstruck from first glance. And while the cool towel and yummy lemon/lime drink attempted to root me to the moment, the sheer magnitude of this uber-luxe tented camp in the middle of nowhere, Bush-land, was simply surreal.
- The view from the main terrace. Swoon
We toured the rooms, er tents, and my jaw just kept dropping further and further down my neck – attractive, I know. My fingers were itching to touch every single piece of antique furnishings (some are repros but fabulous, nonetheless), fabrics and and colonial curio.
The Parlour room tent. A brass chandelier, but of course
The bar fashioned from a hot air balloon wicker basket. Genius
We were treated to a yummy lunch outside under the shade of umbrellas and an acacia tree overlooking the massive plains. The wildebeast migration was just off in the distance providing the hee-haw soundtrack.
They left beaded necklaces in the room so naturally I wore mine to lunch
Our fierce crew lunching at Sabora. Chardonnay anyone?
After lunch I retired to my room where I swear I checked under the bed for Bogart. It was that romantic. Please Lord, take me back here someday!
My bedroom suite (tent) with the bed in the corner
The view from my bed at sunrise. The room was bathed in pink and me too. It was heartbreaking to witness alone but breathtaking nonetheless
