The Hout Bay Triple Trouble has been trouble for me since its second running in 2006, but now, having recently completed my third, I can safely say its right up there as one of my favourite runs on the trail calendar – despite the tar sections between each peak.
Started by Eric Tollner in 2005 as a training run for the more established Three Peaks Challenge, it has developed into a very special, albeit low key, event. The run starts at the Chapman’s Peak Hotel in Hout Bay and takes in Suther Peak, Judas Peak, via Llandadno Ravine, and Chapman’s Peak, returning to the hotel after each peak. The field is small, 30 runners, and friendly, with just a few speedsters chasing records and the win. The rest of us like to take our time (often more through necessity than choice), smell the flowers, enjoy the views and camaraderie and revel in a day out on the spectacular Hout Bay mountains.
My troubles started at my first attempt in 2006. I somehow managed to get lost descending Judas Peak in the mist, wandered about the top for an hour looking for the path down before finding my own, not very safe descent and traversing back to Llandadno Ravine. After my not so kosher experience I declined the 3rd peak leaving me with unfinished business which I planned to put right the next year. 2007 arrived and I entered early. But the year was a hectic one, with numerous moves and the birth of my son, and came Triple Trouble time, I was pretty exhausted the night before. I woke up at 4am, confirmed what I already knew and sent a text message to Eric, bailing before even putting on my running shoes. I managed to get there to take some pics on the third peak and once again vowed to be back the next year.
2008 and I was the first to enter, but then realised it clashed with my holiday plans so was first out as well. My holiday plans changed and I again landed up on Chappies taking pics.
2009 and finally I got to experience the triple in all its glory. The morning started with a scooter ride from Sea Point to the start with a large orange moon hanging lazily over the glassy sea, the day was already perfect and it was only 5.30am.
After my experience in 2006 I was determined not to get lost this year, but it didn’t take me long. After tagging Suther Peak, I led Brenda, my running partner for the day, down the garden path and landed up with a fabulous viewpoint but sheer drops everywhere. We backtracked and made our way safely down, finding ourselves at the back of the field but in no hurry.
The second peak was stunning; fynbos as far as the eye can see, clear skies with views to everywhere and Mediterranean-like turquoise seas below. The South Easter that had howled the week prior to the run had cleaned up the air and sea for the day.
We finished at the tail end of the field – hot and happy after 10 hours + of beautiful weather and stunning mountains – finally I was on the board.
2010 saw me run the entire route with Michael and Douglas, and various others along the way. With cooler weather and stronger legs we finished in just over 7 ½ hours. Almost 3 hours behind the winner, a certain Ryan Sandes, who seemed to cruise the route but still broke the record finishing in a fast 4.48 and some change.
This year was similar – cool weather and Michael and Douglas again keeping me entertained as we as toured Hout Bay the way very few people ever do. The colourful flowers on the first peak, again the fynbos on the second and whales in the bay on the third made for another memorable trip. While we weren’t racing we realised at the top of Chappies that if we motored we might just break 7 hours. When we hit the tar for the 4km downhill dash to the cold beers – it was still on. But as we neared the finish – about 500m near – Michael started to cramp and stopped to get himself right. Douglas and I had a brief discussion, wait and risk not reaching our sub 7-hour target – or leave Mike, finish under 7 hours and face his wrath. We chose “glory” over sentiment and finished in 6.58.10. Mike, to his credit, finished a minute later also breaking the 7 hour mark and not letting us forget for a minute that we ditched him 500m from home after running together the entire day. Sorry Mike!
At the front of the field Rupert Becker proved you don’t need sponsors and financial incentives to break records (although that would be nice) – just enormous talent and a great attitude – he shaved 1.14 off Ryan’s time – smiling all the way to the finish.
I turned off the N2 and breathed a sigh of relief; I don’t like driving on national roads and avoid them if I can. The torrential rain didn’t help. We picked up some beers and wood in Gordon’s Bay and hit the slippery R44 or Clarens Drive as Overberg locals and street signs call it.
A scenic but slippery drive later and we were at our destination – Pringle Bay.
I really like Pringle Bay. It’s big enough to fill two pubs on a Saturday night but far from overdeveloped. There is a beautiful beach and lagoon and mountains surround you in every direction – where there isn’t sea that is.
It’s an hour and a bit drive from Cape Town, 30 minutes of it on one of the most scenic drives in the country. We arrived in a downpour but the comfy house we had rented for the weekend has an indoor braai/fireplace and the wood we had bought soon came into good use. As did the beer.
The three bedroom home is spacious enough – we would be two couples and three kids when the others arrived. There is a large living area with open plan kitchen and a coolwooden deck for sundowners, but the real winner – particularly for the kids – was the outdoor shower. Somehow kids, who under normal circumstances cannot be persuaded to bath without bribing them with an endless supply of chocolates, will happily shower 3x a day outdoors – never mind the cold and wet weather.
Thursday our friends arrived but the rain continued – we started thinking we might be cooped up for days – luckily they arrived prepared – trivial pursuit, monopoly and a bottle of Jägermeister in tow.
The storm subsided Friday and the sun came out – the dads grabbed the two bigger boys and paid a visit to the Stony Point penguin colony in Betty’s Bay, about a 15 minute drive from P Bay. The warm afternoon saw us at the beach and lagoon where the boys ran around in theirbirthday suits and the one year old devoured sand at an alarming rate. Saturday dawned with beautiful blue skies and Bevan and I headed for the hills, or one in particular, Hangklip, that chunk of rock that marks the eastern entrance to False Bay. A beautiful hike to the peak with views across the bay to Table Mountain and Devils Peak.
With at least one hike under the belt I could now relax and Saturday night saw the Trivial Pursuit come out – Bevan, a regular player, will never get over the beating I gave him, although the Jägermeister did help.
Sunday and the rain returned but we didn’t mind – we had enjoyed a full weekend with rain storms and beautiful sun shine. An hour later we were home already planning our return.
With Cape Town experiencing a mid winter summer paradise, tourism authorities finally have something to celebrate as the Mother City looks to steal Durban’s winter thunder by becoming South Africa’s best all year round destination.
“Everyone knows that people only go to Durban in winter because it’s hot but this global warming is turning things around.” said a Cape Town Tourism official from Clifton Beach today. “We know Cape Town rocks in summer, now it rocks in winter too. We have never needed to effectively market this city, and wasted millions not doing so. Now the weather is on our side and we have all-year-round summer. Our strategy worked – nature is on our side.”
With tourism officials and hospitality players recently bemoaning the quiet season – this opportunity has come at an excellent time for the city. What was once the secret season is a secret no longer as Cape Town looks to market itself as the city with an endless summer. Lifeguards and umbrella custodians have been woken from their winter slumber and rushed to beaches around the Cape to cope with the expected influx of beachgoers. But while the few lucky tourists who are here have rushed to the beaches, Capetonians have stayed away, not believing their eyes and sweaty armpits and steadfastly refusing to hit the beaches until December.
Premier Helen Zille was quick to jump on the overheated bandwagon. “The Western Cape is now not only the best run province in the country but now also has the best weather and any attempts by the ruling party to control the weather will be met with fierce resistance.”
Talk of water shortages and rain-starved farms were put aside as the sun continued to shine. A shirtless Capetonian, sunbathing on Long Street, said: “Hey, if this is what global warming is all about – bring it on. Ya, it may not be PC to celebrate rising temperatures but it sure is lekker.”
With the V&A Waterfront having recently changed hands, the members of the Oceana Power Boat Club, based at the Waterfront, are again worried about the future of their club.
They occupy a prime area, at the entrance to the Waterfront, but this is the only safe small-craft slipway in an area extending from Hout Bay to Yzerfontein – a coastline of 150 kilometres. So alternatives are few and very far between.
The Club has used the current site since been granted the right to operate in 1974 by the then Minister of Transport, and has provided valuable and safe access to the sea for small craft users, from all walks of life, for close to 40 years.
The club is currently on a month-to-month lease with the V&A. In 2002 they were given notice to vacate their premises and the club started a campaign to maintain its present location – the notice was withdrawn after the Commodore of the club secured the backing of local government. An alternate site proposed by the V&A, beyond the existing container terminal, was roundly condemned by independent experts as unsafe for small-craft boating.
Club Commodore, Colin Wolfsohn said that they had received no communication from the new Waterfront owners. Except being told not to panic. The problem is there is no other alternative and this has been extensively researched. The slipway is protected from the south easter, the north wester and is used by thousands of people every month, not just recreational users but many of Cape Town’s fishermen who rely on this slipway for their livelihood.
Besides the fishermen and recreational users the slipway is also used by NSRI, UCT, the Two Oceans Aquarium, the navy on occasion, and various events also use this vital little piece of the V&A Waterfront as a base for Robben Island or other events.
There is talk of the new owners setting aside R4bn for additional development and an areas of 200 000m² is being spoken of, which includes the Granger Bay area. But the club has no guarantees that they won’t be in for a fight for the future of the club.
Growthpoint executive Director, Estienne de Klerk, has been quoted in the press as saying, “in the original transaction when Transnet first sold the land they were under an obligation to provide a new facility for the club.”
The solution is to fix up what exists there and make it work for everyone including the new landlords. That may involve putting up a new building, which could incorporate a restaurant to compensate the owners, and a fish market has also being proposed, providing fishermen with an outlet to sell their wares, they currently use Mouille Point, and add an additional tourist attraction to the Waterfront.
The ideal solution, according to Wolfsohn, would be for the V&A to cede the land to the city, and allow the club to continue their work in providing a safe slipway to the many small craft owners in Cape Town and continuing to ensure all safety requirements are met.
One thing that sets the V&A Waterfront apart from many others in the world is that it stands alongside a working harbour. Sure you can eat your meals, enjoy a cocktail and shop till you drop, but at the same time real life harbour work goes on around you; from larger fishing trawlers offloading their daily catch to container ships offloading their goods, many of which will be sold in the centre to ocean liners bringing in tourists from around the world.
The Oceana Power Boat Club is part of this ongoing sea life and it adds a vital component to the Waterfront, one that makes it special – besides offering a livelihood to many, it also adds character and charm to the country’s top tourist attraction.
The idea was to win first prize on the letter’s page, a decent running watch. So I wrote my letter and waited for it to appear and be informed of my pending prize. But no, despite my best literary efforts and a very cute pic of the scoops, I was published but did not win the first prize.
Nope – some story about someone bumping into a famous rugby player while running on the road won first prize – who the hell is Francois Pienaar anyway?
So no glory but still a cute letter I think – hard to believe its been four years. Happy birthday Scoops!
The letter – Runners World 2007
”With my 2-week old baby boy lying snugly next to his mother it was with some trepidation that I headed off for my first run as a new dad. Having spent almost every moment with him and his mom since he made his unexpected early arrival I didn’t know if I was ready to desert the nest just yet. But I had entered the race not expecting to be a dad at the time. Things somehow were just not what they used to be.
Being a trail junkie, early morning starts for cold mountain runs are the norm, especially in the winter months. But what had changed?
I used to set my alarm to get up in time, now I was already up. I used to do some gentle early morning stretches, now I watched my boy stretch as he woke up. I used to have a pre-race meal at home, now I watched my son feed and I munched down a bar-one in the car on the way to the start. I used to take gentle runs across the mountains enjoying the scenery, now I PB’d to the finish so I could get home quicker to see my Scoops. I used to switch my phone off until race-end, now I regularly checked-in to see if my son had eaten, farted, burped or pood. I used to enjoy many leisurely beers after a run, now I wolfed down a couple and raced home to be with my kid.
Yip, life will never quite be the same again and I wouldn’t have it any other way.”
I bought my first pair of Salomon shoes about five years ago. An entry level pair that lasted a year, about standard for any decent pair of trail shoes, depending on the distance you cover.
The shoes were comfortable right out the box, drained well when wet and I really liked the draw string “laces”. The down side to them was too little support for my ankles, I found my ankle kept going over, not badly, but too regularly for me to run freely and rely on the shoes. After six months the shoes were showing serious signs of wear and tear, more so than their owner for once. I stretched them to a year and then despite some of my misgivings about the shoes, and armed with a Salomon discount voucher, I bought another pair. Things were pretty much the same so I swapped brands when that pair retired.
I have worn various brands since, NB and Montrail to name a couple but in desperate need of new shoes I decided to go for the Salomon XR Crossmax.
My big race for the year was going to be my first attempt at the Tuffer Puffer. I did not get in but the run encompasses about 160km of tar and mountain in the Cape Peninsula. The Puffer is run from Cape Point to the Waterfront and the Tuffer Puffer starts at the Waterfront and runs there and back, this year’s route is lightly different I believe. Either way the event involves a large chunk of tar including a -+ 56km stretch in the middle, something I am not used to running on in any large distances. I would have needed to buy two pairs of shoes, one for tar and one for trail. This is where the Crossmax come in.
The Salomon ARCrossmax is a multipurpose shoe which should do as well on trail as it does on tar or vice verca. Perfect, one pair of instead of two. They are fairly pricey at about R1400 pair, (Cape Union Mart shelf price) but I managed to get a discount from the good people at Salomon and soon my shiny new red AR Crossmaxes were been ripped from their box.
First up – they are comfortable and I managed a few easy runs of just over an hour on both tar and trail without any hassle. I did a two hour road run on tar and experienced some pain/discomfort under the soul of my foot. I put this down to them been new shoes and me running longer than usual on the black stuff. Two weeks later I put them through a much tougher test; the Ocean2Ocean, a 50km guided trail run from Muizenberg to Camps Bay via the mountains, about 95% trail including some beach running.
I love this run, I have done it often. I have run it all conditions from very hot to well…very cold. This year was cool – cold at the peaks but otherwise pleasant without much sun. Dirk lead the faster group of 20 who finished in 11 hours and I accompanied the slower group of 10. We finished just after 6pm, more than 12.5 hours on the go – remember this is a pack run with two seconding points and regular stops but always a fun day out on the Cape Mountains.
The shoes, I’m happy to say were fantastic, comfortable, no need to take them off for sand or pebbles, no pain, good grip in the dry and not bad on the wet rocky sections as well. I did discover a large popped blister once I took off the shoes but never felt it on route.
The shoe is a neutral shoe; they also have a guidance version with more control for over-pronators. So far so good – my next longish run on the hard stuff will give a better indication of their suitability to my road running needs – but off road – very happy. Next 020 is on June 11.
I attended a Twitterati party at La Mouette in Sea Point on Sunday. A party organised via twitter by Mari Vermaak, one half of the husband/wife team that owns the restaurant.
This is a great venue; a big old house with a lovely courtyard that has a cooling fountain as its centre piece. Those that remember the ‘old’ Sea Point will know this as the home to Europa restaurant for many years. It has changed hands a few times since Europa closed but seems to have found the right tenants again and reviews have been excellent – not having been there before, it was a good opportunity to try it out.
For R100 we got some sparkling on arrival, a wine-tasting, courtesy of Villiera, a chance to taste chef, Henry Vigar’s excellent food, some sweet stuff from Wild Flour and a gift from Willow Creek to take home. Good value and a nice day out, although I sometimes wonder if people who spend too much time on Twitter forget that interpersonal skills are still important and its o.k. to interact face to face even if you haven’t met on twitter.
Me and my PIA (partner in action), enjoyed our champers on arrival, found a table in the corner, there was on average 50 tweeps there at any one time, and enjoyed the venue and people watching. We decided to open the wine tasting, much to the delight of owner, Mari, and, on returning to our seats were happy to discover that food was doing the rounds. Happy – except the waitresses either couldn’t see us, or didn’t want to, and we kept getting a miss. Being pretty hungry we watched this for a while, fully expecting them to eventually bring us some of the yummy (well at that stage they looked yummy) snacks. After the fourth different sample was served to all and sundry except us, I decided to inform a waitress or two that we were also there and wouldn’t mind something to eat.
There were three waitresses. Waitress A – the pretty, young thing who “used to be a professional dancer” and now uses her poise to serve food with some style, although she informed us she was serving another section.
I approached waitress B about maybe serving us some food, she gave me the blank, vacant stare, often commonplace with reluctant waitresses and continued to ignore us. I also approached waitress C about perhaps serving us some food. Waitress C falls into the, ‘I’m too old for this kind of shit so please don’t ask me anything’ category. I did and for the remainder of our time there she shot us more dirty looks than those Christian bible thumpers at the Gay Pride rally on Saturday.
The owner did come round to our table to apologize, make sure all was alright and that we got enough food. We did, but I thought the “high fives” she insisted me and PIA gave her was a bit much.
That aside, the food was great, we ate plenty, and we will return to sample more of the Chef’s tasty offerings. The wines were good too and irony of ironies, this confirmed beer and whiskey drinker, won a lucky draw prize and took home three bottles of the good stuff – thanks Villiera. That, together with the Willow Creek olive oil and vinegar they gave away, made for a good and fun day out – sulky waitresses aside. High Five!
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When the Bat Run organisers asked me to sweep this year’s event I jumped at the opportunity, as I did last year. It gives me an opportunity to be involved in a special event, organised and participated in by special people.
Now taking on Cape Town’s three peaks at night is not everyone’s idea of fun, but it is mine. I have completed five Bat Runs and stood checkpoint on Devils Peak (DP) and at Maclear’s Beacon in the past. These events, like a few others in Cape Town, are like family affairs, devoid of the commercialism and hype that accompany some of the newer trail runs.
Having recently recovered from an embarrassing summer cold, I was happy to trail the field and keep the stragglers company. So I packed the partner and kid off to the more sedate Moonstruck on Clifton 4 and headed for the mountains. The table cloth covering DP and Table Mountain(TM) looked ominous and we had reason to be concerned, not helped by the mountain rescue vehicles camped at the bottom of Platteklip.
The lower slopes of DP were sedate but once we left the saddle and climbed a bit higher, the devil let us have it, with ferocious winds and poor visibility. A quick hello to the brave souls standing check point on top, and the backmarker and I headed down. We were rather happy to reach Tafelberg Road and the seconding station at the bottom of Platteklip Gorge, where we enjoyed an array of treats, the kind you won’t find at watering tables on road runs.
Time for TM and if the devil was angry TM was in no mood to party. Platteklip was nasty – the wind funnelling down the gorge, the rocks slippery and my dodgy headlamp working overtime in the poor viz. We reached the top where we bumped into a team of mountain rescuers. These hardy mountain men had already rescued a 14 year old boy who had spent close to 16 hours on the mountain after getting separated from his group. They were still looking for a tourist who had spent a similar amount of time lost in the terrible conditions; he was eventually found the next morning. Respect to these volunteers who get called out at all hours, in horrid conditions to search for lost hikers.
My fellow bat and I decided not to go to Maclears, he was knackered and I just wasn’t in the mood, so we descended. He went home; I went to Lion’s Head. After the washing machine effect of DP and TM, LH was an oasis of calm; balmy, clear and the bright moonlight sufficient to walk without the use of head lamps. I did the final peak with Jana; we took our time, not that we know any other way, talking mountains and life and greeting those on their way down to cold beers or hot coffee at Kloof Nek. We arrived for our fix at about 3.30am at a still festive parking lot.
Most runners had already headed for club duvet but the beers were cold, there were plenty left over snacks and those runners and organisers remaining provided good company to end another adventure on Cape Town’s three peaks. I arrived home at about 5am, had an hours sleep, before been woken to set off on a multiple family hike, planned weeks before, but that’s another story.
Thanks organisers, seconds and fellow Bat Runners for a superb evening out – this event, now numbering close to 120 runners, has come a long way since my first run in 2003 when there were just 30 odd, and I mean odd, runners. Still it has lost none of the family atmosphere that this event first started with.
When I left the Nek those die-hards (including the organisers who always wait for the last runner to finish no matter what time that is) were still there, watching the lone headlamp of seasoned stalwart and back marker, Gavin Mohammed, as he slowly descended the Lion.
For the record, winner, Ake Fagering didn’t notice the poor conditions and broke the record, finishing in 3 hours 35 minutes – just silly!
I have a new mission in life I want to be invited to speak at FEAT. Just to be clear, I have no desire to speak in front of 500 people, but what I do want to do is an adventure that is worth speaking about.
FEAT, Fascinating Adventure and Expedition Talks, is organised by well known adventure racer and trail runner, Lisa De Speville. A brilliant concept, it involves one evening, with nine speakers relaying their fascinating stories, with large screens displaying slides and video footage. They each get seven minutes, which is not a lot of time, especially for the kind of adventures that these speakers have experienced.
Braam Malherbe, together with running buddy, David Grier, ran the entire length of the Great Wall of China (4218km), in 2006. They ran a marathon a day for 98 days. Yes, seriously cooked, especially when the experts, and by experts I mean Tim Noakes, said it couldn’t be done. Seven minutes wasn’t nearly enough but it gave a good taste of what they went through.
Monde Sitole (20), the youngest speaker on the night, told of his three months spent on a Canadian tall ship sailing from Cape Town to Bermuda. Sitole, definitely one of SA’s up and coming adventurers, is planning many more and he has the seven summits firmly in his sights, with two knocked off already (Kili and Aconcagu).
Tatum ‘The Hobbit’ Prins has adventure raced all over the world and won many local trail races, but it appears the experience that most left its mark on her and her three AR buddies, was getting attacked by stinging trees in Australia; can’t those Aussies just leave us alone?
She describes the pain as similar to being attacked by someone with a hot iron. The cure, which seems even more excruciating than the stings, involves placing toilet paper on the wounds, and then pouring hydrochloric acid on them and leaving it there for up to 20 minutes. The video footage of her and her team mates being treated is funny and horrific at the same time, and made Australian TV.
Hanli Prinsloo is one of SA’s top freedivers. This woman can hold her breath for six (6) minutes. Go on try it – see how far you get. She holds numerous national records and is probably as close to being at one with the ocean as you can get – for a human.
Prinsloo has trained some of the world’s best big wave surfers in holding their breath and her talk focussed mostly on the physical aspects of free diving, which, while educational and interesting, kind of left me wanting to know more about her experiences, as some of her slides showed her free diving with sharks and in one case holding onto the fin of a very large predator of the deep.
Johnny Cronje and his mates thought it would be fun to unicycle from Durban to Cape Town, through the rural interior. So they did, taking 44 days to cover 2473km. This is a unicycle – one wheel – a fixed wheel at that – so no free-wheeling downhill – you pedal every kilometre. Yip – nutters.
Peter van Kets paddled 5,438km, with rowing friend Bill Godfrey, winning a transatlantic race. They alternated paddling and resting for 1 ½ hours at a time for the duration of the race. This clearly wasn’t challenging enough for van Kets so he returned to do it all again solo, on one occasion spending six days in a full blown Atlantic storm, in the middle of the ocean.
Nick Bennet played a cooperative version of “Survivor”, seeing how long he and nine others could last on a deserted island. The goal was 30 days, he lasted 25; only two of them lasted the full 30 days.
Allyson Towle & Marc Booysen completed a sea-to-summit adventure in Chile. They cycled from the sea to Ojos del Salado, Chile, the highest active volcano in the world at 6900m. Considering neither of them was particularly experienced in this type of adventure makes it pretty special.
Benita de Witt, a physiotherapist who deals with many top athletes and claims the barefoot shoe is the way to injury free running. That’s a bit simplistic but her talk was good and those five finger shoes are now on my shopping list – low down – but on the list.
So time to find my adventure – although I’m waiting for my 3 ½ year old to get a bit bigger so he can join me. Ray Chaplin, extreme adventurer and speaker at FEAT Jhb last year is about to embark on an expedition to become the first person to vertically circumnavigate the planet using only human power, tells me no one, as far as he knows, has circumnavigated Africa on foot. Now there’s an idea – that should get me an invite – put me down for 2020 Lisa.
Max Cleur, the entertaining MC for the evening, describes the speakers as “Ordinary people doing extraordinary things.” More like a bunch of nutters doing crazy stuff.
The evening is like a selection of Ted Talks for the outdoor adventurer – educational, inspirational (I know it’s overused) and highly entertaining.
Can’t wait for the next one.
I’m not much of a clubber anymore, o.k, I was never much of a clubber… but I still found myself at some dodgy clubs in my day. Some fun, most not,
This made the launch of the Sugarhut Club a rare outing to a club, or so I thought. I forget that now days a club can be anything, the Pepper Club for example is a hotel, restaurant, bar but no club. And the Sugarhut Club isn’t a club per se but a restaurant, loungey kind of place with multiple themed lounges and bars, fusion food and of course a Dj.
The club is situated on the second floor of the old Castle Hotel, in the East City Precinct, now called the Fringe; it’s the area east of Buitenkant Street, home to Charley’s Bakery, Woodhead’s Leather Merchants, Assembly, QuePasa and the old faithful, Dias Tavern, not to forget Balkanology who set up camp, literally, in the central parking lot on Friday night. The Music coming from the Bedouin tents sounded great even thought they were competing against an unpleasant south easter.
So the area is undergoing a rejuvenation of note and the Sugarhut Club is the newest addition. It’s always difficult to judge a club by its launch, surely that many skinny models (wearing not much more than an elastic band to hide their not so privates), can’t be there every night). So plenty of eye candy, bubbly and then a flashback to the 80’s complete with the Dj, emerging from his lounge-music induced stupor, to play some pretty ordinary 80’s tunes, while some blokes with too much bubbly in them got aggro with each other – some things never change.
The food, assuming it’s the same fare to be served on normal evenings, was tasty, although the waitresses kept giving us a miss for more important guests. But we made do, although thin pita bread with rocket does not count as a snack, and after being placed on our table near the door, was given some airtime by the wind and landed up decorating the table and some guests at the same time. According to Dax Villenueva from Relax with Dax, the temporary outside bar on the balcony collapsed in the wind later in the evening.
Look the place is pleasant enough – but do I have a desire to return any time soon? Not really – but as the area develops, the outside deck facing Table Mountain might be a nice place to enjoy a sun-downer or two(if the wind isn’t blowing) and in winter the place might be quite cosy inside.
I like what’s happening in that area, I think it’s a nice extension to Cape Town and as more places start opening up – it might even give Long Street a run for its money.