My most recent set of escapades began innocently enough: I thought that it would be a good idea to hang out with my cousin a little bit before leaving Pretoria, so on Friday afternoon she suggested that we sit down and have a drink of coffee somewhere. Of course, it turned out by 'drink' she meant 'paint', and by 'coffee' she meant 'her new student accomodation'.
Joining us was a guy from the US who I usually made a point of inviting along whenever I went horsing around with my dear cuzzie. I like him because he's fairly laid-back (regrettably, there are only two traits that I can identify with the average Gautenger thus far: heightened stress and scary driving tactics), but he's also great because he has a stronger accent than me, so my own peculiar manner of speaking tends to fall by the wayside whenever I hang out with him. Oh, I'm such a conniving little bugger.
Seriously, though, I've enjoyed several good times already as a member of this “three musketeer” group (actually, all of my best social exploits seem to be done in threes), and spending some time with a paint brush and industrial cleaner actually proved to be novel rather than harrowing.
I didn't actually swim, but it's the thought that counts.
Sure, just about everything here is self-service, but when you're offered a TV room, a fully-stocked bar, secure accommodations and even free coffee, doing stuff for yourself doesn't turn out to be half bad. Better still, there's an atmosphere of chilled-out friendliness and a level of interaction with the other guests that you simply don't find when booking into the Fancypants Hotel of Expensive Service (not a real hotel name). It almost made me feel like I was back in the hippie-strewn hills of the Eastern Cape.
The sleep review for this establishment provides a thumbs up overall. The mattress is comfortable, the facilities are adequate and – most importantly – you even get the option of sleeping in a bunk bed.
Bunk beds are something of a holy grail. It's difficult to describe, but my inner child always squeals whenever I see a double-storey resting spot such as this. It's like a miniature playground set, complete with ladders, hiding spots and that ever-sought-after high ground. Truly a magical place to sleep, and quite a rarity in my world.
Unfortunately, being in a dorm has its drawbacks. Another resident (who I shall simply refer to as Sir Snoresalot Snorey of the Snoremore Kingdom) had a certain nighttime problem which I shall not disclose here. Suffice it to say, Sir Snorey managed to not only make the walls tremble with his crime-against-nature nocturnal grunting, but he actually managed to do so without waking himself up in the process.
I debated for a while whether or not it was a good idea to charge at Sir Snorey with a pickaxe. Then I realised that I had a lovely pair of earplugs that came with the spoils of my recent Menlyn trip, so I put those on instead. Great success.
Overall sleep rating: plus one billion points out of ten for the bunkbed. Minus one billion and two points for Sir Snorey. Plus another eight points for overall experience and comfort. 6/10 in all. 8/10 if you have the foresight to wear earplugs.
More blogging as soon as I can get the words onto the keyboard (and an Internet connection reliable enough to let me post properly).