This is where, no kidding, my sister and I are booked in. A little to the north of the centre of Johannesburg, in its own park, and not even slightly over the top. By a delightful co-incidence, one of Julia's liveries, a good friend, is going to be there too, on business. The delightful bit is that we managed to book in on her coat-tails, as'twere, and are being charged a less-than-usually-extortionate rate for the room.
This friend and I will be travelling out on the same flight, she up in Business Class, and me, of course, in Steerage. Jeremy suggested I ask her to swing an upgrade for me. Tempting thought, neh? I had to weigh that against the opportunity to be, for eight hours in a row, surrounded by strangers, none of whom would talk to me. (Apart from asking in hushed tones, 'Would you like your dinner now?', and 'May I take your dirty dishes away without you having to lift a finger?')
Come ON! Steerage could never be that uncomfortable.
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Hmm. Quite nice, I suppose. I assume the picture on your blog is the tradesman's entrance, by the way, as where I usually stay in Jo'burg is much grander....
Sorry, a pathetic and paltry attempt to disguise my envious thoughts. Have a lovely time with Julia and come back refreshed for the fray!
When are you going?
The place looks SO BEAUTIFUL.
Would it be too touristy to take pictures from the inside?
Maybe you can ask your attractive private servant there to do it for you, in a moment, when he is not busy with feeding you grapes and massaging your feet...
The place is very grand. Plashy fountains, people at every corner begging to do your bidding, improbably brightly-hued birds flitting about. Bright bright sunshine making the reindeers set about the fountain look surreal. One of the paths is lined with light-up Santas riding bikes.
And yes, we are planning a massage for later today . . .
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