Back to THAT Shit-Hole called Ritz Hotel

I have to say, the 3 days adventure golf tour out to George and Knysa was a complete mindblowing experience. The golf courses were impressive, and it was apparent that everyone had thoroughly enjoyed themselves. So did the non-golfer. As I mentioned much earlier in one of my entries, this is an accelerated learning opportunity for a struggling novice like myself. So you see those wonderful course televised on the courses, and so your imagination tells you that golf could not be that difficult, so your mind conjures up many things, but until one is physically on the golf course! You want to shoot the naive mind.

The excitingly cloudy experience at Pezula marked the end of this bit of the golf tour. It was back to Cape Town.... Images of the breathtaking courses and sceneries kept flashing back in my mind. And the variety of golf courses.... I'm lost for words. Too beautiful.

Then reality hit home....

We arrived at that shit-hole. Damn the Easter weekend and whatever marathon that went on. The travel agent was unable to get us into another accomodation so we were back to this crummy place. We were told, however, that the rooms from the 13th floor were renovated so I had insisted that the travel agent arranged for us to stay in the better rooms. He confirmed all well-arranged. Good.

But excuse me, we are talking about SA's service once again. In a shit-hole like Ritz Hotel, do you reckon it would be all 'well-arranged'? Not in another three lifetimes. The reception had arranged for us on the lower floors and there we go again, screaming match. Except that this time it was not me doing the screaming, it was Chew and AA. Then it was phone calls to the travel agent. Then it was this and that and everything else, and being as useful as the service staffs are in SA, they were adamnant about NOT wanting to give us the better rooms. They insisted that the rooms allocated ARE the better ones.

Fine.

I took the keys from there and O.W.S. to check out the rooms. What the cuck were they talking about? It was the same shit-holes we had the last time.

Back to verbal-abuse.

And finally, after god knows how many milleniums gone by, they FINALLY conceded and we got the better rooms. The better rooms are just that tad-bit better.... not jaw-dropping sort of better. But between shit-hole and sleeping on the streets, shit-hole wins by that little bit. Whatever.

It was time for our belated pre-dinner drinks and it was AA who went to get the ice-buckets and 5 wine glasses this time. I have to say this one last time... useless shit-hole. OK... where was I? Oh yes.... pre-dinner drinks.... dinner drinks.... post-dinner drinks at top floor bar and then, GOOD NIGHT! Rest well my dearies.... you guys need it - after a mental day of frolicking with the clouds.....