People. Standing.
The world is certainly going through bizarre times right now. There’s Al Gore and his heater on the earth. There are people taking dead bodies out of coffins, to steal the coffins, in Haiti. There are people who get paid to look after islands. People get paid to write blogs.
But more bizarre than this, is the fact that I still get invited to things in Cape Town! I know my reputation for behavior is not stellar in this town, but it’s clear that no one seems to care. From being invited to Villa Lara parties and other random events, to being given free tickets to sporting events in South Africa if I just promise to write on them, the hysterical nature of my being never stops.
Anyway, one of the more interesting invites I received was to do a tour of Taj Cape Town, the new luxury hotel in Cape Town. It’s not quite finished yet, but some members of this city were invited on a little sneak peek of what is happening. Naturally I had to be there.
How rad is the red 2010 Moleskine diary?
Now I won’t go into much detail, but I will tell you that the “The Twankey Bar –Seafood. Champagne. Oysters” is an absolute treat. It is part of the hotel, but is seperate and you enter it from the street. So it offers the same luxury as Taj, but they let us know that it is seperate from the actual hotel because too often, the general public will avoid hotel bars because they kind of feel unwelcome. This bar is completely open to the public, mind you if I were a plebb I probably wouldn’t go there, but I’m not so I will go there! It’s very cool, extremely plush and chilled for the more sophisticated, laid back crowd.
Our boys at Twankey doing their thang
And I will also tell you that if you visit Taj, ask for Zara. She is…well…veeeeery cute! I actually might refuse to stay at Taj unless Zara is working there. She’s cool. So Zara took us around the hotel, and I was unable to concentrate the entire time and was not hungry (Love kills my appetite) But I did listen to some of the words she was saying, and they sounded like a choir of angels who were playing little violins so sweetly in my ear.
I imagined us eloping. Then I was kicked back into life when he guy from the spa offered me a carrot juice.
“For my eyes!” I said, referring to the Vitamin A
“All the better to see my angel with!” I ended.
The valet car parking was quite rad as well, I parked the beast out front and felt like a doos when I straightened the car out in the parking spot, right outside the entrance to the Taj, as though it was going to stay there. I got out the car and some guy asked for my keys, I should have known, this is a 5-Star hotel! Why wouldn’t there be valet parking? Aaaaaaand…I’m an idiot. You can take the kid out of Claremont, but you can never take the Clarmeont out of the kid.
The food is phenomenal and everyone is so happy and friendly that it makes you feel loved! So if you’re depressed, head to Taj where everyone treats you like a rock star. If you’re depressed, bugger therapy, head to Taj. With a gym and a spa and all the cool people working there, you’ll feel better in no time. If that’s not enough, hit up the bar and the cigar bar and you’ll be radiating happiness.
We also scoped out the Presidential Suite (I like to call it the Poonidential Sweet) I believe, and the massive rooftop deck thing going on.
Kyle testing our drinks for the presence of floories
Anyway, if you really want to experience Taj Cape Town, which I recommend you do, then check out the following links:
BOOM! More luxury comes to Cape Town, so now you know where to stay, and more importantly, where to drink and just have a sick jolling time!
Jerry @jeremydixon Website