Half the charm of Olepolos Country Club lies in the getting there. Once you’ve wriggled past the bedlam of Ngong town, you’re released into God’s private acreage. The road narrows, then winds and climbs, as if testing your appetite for adventure.
Valleys dive all around you, and the hills, scraggy with character, swell and bubble. The sky looks suspiciously blue—like a design intern might have fiddled with the saturation.
