Well, dear readers, I feel this is ample timing to let you know that there is a new guy in my life. I’m sorry that I kept this from you for so long and I hope we can move past this. It wasn’t lying, it was merely omission.
Anyways, said guy took me on a weekend staycation to the Elangeni Hotel along our rather magnificent beachfront with the promise of acting like tourists for the weekend. This sounded relatively fun but I had no idea just how rad this trip “away” in our own back yard would turn out to be.
We checked in on Friday and felt like real ballers in this beautiful hotel, getting greeted like celebs and having a rather game-changing breakfast buffet at our disposal. Hotel living comes with all the perks - huge showers, fluffy white towels and 28 stories up - a breathtaking view. I also got to speak really loudly in a foreign accent like I was Paul’s mail-order bride. I enjoyed that a lot.
We headed out to an authentic Japanese restaurant called Daruma for a dinner of sushi and teppenyaki. After somehow managing to get rather on our ear there, we returned to our plush hotel room for yet another bottle of wine, while we watched the lightening over our city.
Blackout curtains allowed for us to sleep in on Saturday (and by sleep in, I mean until 7am). After embarrassing ourselves at the breakfast buffet and giving up our “classy hotel guest” personas, we rented bikes and cycled along the promenade, grabbed a cold one at Wahooz and cycled back again. This tiresome activity warranted a swim and a beer in the rooftop pool. #howyoulivinguuurrrl?
Paul then took me to this amazing Hare Krishna cafe for my favourite type of vegetarian food before we headed out for a photo mission in the Sunken Gardens outside our hotel. This was followed by drinks at a seedy pub ironically called The Londoner (nothing Londonish about it WHATSOEVER) to catch the last few minutes of Nigeria vs. Morocco. Naturally we had to risk our lives on the cable cars next - which stopped for a few minutes while we were at the very top before jolting violently into motion again. The near death experience brought out the YOLO in me so we went to stare death in the face yet again on the bumper cars before a dinner of pizza and cocktails at the Blue Dolphin.
Sunday treated us to amazing weather so we spent the last day of our staycation, longboarding along the Golden Mile, swimming in the ocean and sipping Pina Coladas at Moyo.
I really do love my city.