The Serena lodge at Amboselli is the top rated hotel in all of Kenya, and I would not dispute it from what I experienced. After check in and our afternoon game drive, we spent an hour at the bar area.  There is a large contingent of Chinese with us. One of them arrived in a head to toe leopard pattern outfit with expensive hat, bag and sunglasses.  Another came in a leopard top and zebra skirt with sparkling high heels. I never saw them in similar outfits again. The American group travelers with Tauk and Abercrombie and Kent came in proper upscale dining attire fit for Connecticut and Philadelphia high society. Then there were the Maasai dressed in their standard attire and beads, who were posted at several key locations.  One had a missing eye. All very thin.  I thought their purpose was to add atmosphere to the place and look noble.  Simon corrected me, explaining that they were to chase the monkeys away from the dining area when they became too brave. Then there was Bev and me, in average wrinkled and not always clean stuff shortly after the goat meat, liver stains still on our hands.  Bev is still annoyed at me for not allowing her to bring one dress. They seated us in the third and most remote room with the Chinese and the guides,  which was entertaining, as opposed to the first room with large long tables filled with the Philly people elbow to elbow, and a fat lady at the head of the table with a clipboard, announcing the plan to plant trees the next day. The server asked if we wanted to change to the other room the next two nights.  I said no thanks. You can wear anything you want at Amboselli. Jambo mambo