I received the following email from The Good Doctor, who also happens to be one of the intrepid organisers of South Africa’s Mo-Vember cause:

“Men are being called to participate in a playful awareness month to highlight health issues specific to men, and raise money for the CANSA organization, simply by growing their moustaches during the month of November”

The Good Doctor

Hi All

It is day 28, and the Mo is at a good level of bushpiness!

This is a final request for donations to the Movember fundraiser, in aid of The Cancer Association of South Africa (CANSA).

Prostate and testicular cancer effects all of us in some form; be it a grandfather, father, brother or oneself.

It is estimated that 1 in 6 men will be diagnosed with prostate cancer at some point in their lives.
Prostate Cancer is the leading cancer in males and more than 4000 men are diagnosed yearly with prostate cancer in South Africa.

One of the contributing factors to these alarming figures is that many men are unaware of the risks they face with regards to this disease and that many are currently diagnosed with advanced stages of the disease. These realities and statistics are directly related to awareness and education programs available to the public at large.

Awareness and early detection saves lives!!

Please visit www.movember.co.za and donate to my mo and CANSA.

Regards Sean

What a beautifully drafted request.

So, do the right thing, people and give towards male related cancer (balls etc.). If you go to that website (www.mo-vember.co.za) you’ll also notice our team there as well, called 2oceansvibe Luv Sport.

That’s the name of our team.

That’s right.

I thought it pertinent to mention this story, given that tonight’s MegaMillions lottery is sitting at $111,000,000 (R1.1 Billion jackpot)

Check this out:

Woman Demands Lotto Winnings From Man She Separated From In 1982

 

Seems like a cool chick

 

POLK COUNTY, Fla. — A Polk County man won nearly $2 million in the lottery, but Tuesday he was in a court battle over the cash with his estranged wife.

William and Ida Cody have been separated since 1982, but Ida insists they were always on good terms and she even loaned him the money to buy the winning ticket. She said he promised to share the winnings with her.

“You didn’t say you would be willing to split the jackpot?” William Cody was asked in court.

“No, I didn’t say that to Ida, to nobody,” he responded.

Attorneys hope to wrap up testimony sometime late Tuesday afternoon. Ida wants half the money, but she could be awarded a lesser amount or nothing at all.
Copyright 2008 by wftv.com. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten or redistributed.

[source:WFTV]

I love the angle this chick is going for – straightforward lying. Her word against his. And, not only did she say that he promised half the winnings would go to her, but she goes even further and claims that she gave him the money to buy the ticket.

It’s beautiful.

Neither of them have proof.

It’s like when Mrs. Solomon came into Maths class and we all stood to greet her. Kitso was chewing gum and Mrs. Solomon told him to go and see the headmaster.

“Why, Ma’am?”

“Because you’re chewing gum in my class,” she screamed.

Kitso swallowed the gum (blatantly), looked at her and said, “prove it..”

Incredible vibe..

Click here to buy tickets safely online for tonight’s R1.1 Billion MegaMillions lottery

As a Nedbank client I must say I am a little perturbed at the state of the main sign of Nedbank’s Waterfront head office. Forming a part of my views from my suite at The Cape Grace Hotel, it’s beginning to annoy.

Poofey

Is that what happens when too many cheques bounce?

I wake up, thinking of cool, knowing that you want me to remain cool. It concerns be, maintaining coolness – for you, for your image of me.

That is why I go to the cupboard and I load my gun. I load my goddamned rifle and I head out the door.

I then spend up to five days at a time, tracking Cool.

And then I see Cool, up in the distance.

I stalk Cool.

And then I aim at Cool and I shoot it. I shoot it right between the fucking eyes.

That is why I am a “Cool Hunter.”

That is why I enjoy the website

TheCoolHunter.net

I can feel you getting cooler already..

They should make a website which uses GPS Satellite Navigation to track exactly where I am at all times. I would have a chip in my neck which would signal to the website where I was. They would call the website daddycoolhunter.com

I am “between” laptops at the moment and am using an old beast (not too old – running XP) I had locked in a cupboard far far away. Apart from the trip down memory lane, courtesy of the old pictures and videos I found on the hard drive (not very good quality – the size of video cameras in those days made them far more difficult to hide); I was pleased that everything seemed to be working – albeit with an external keyboard (old beer spillage ).

An old laptop
Way older than mine
But amusing, nonetheless..

So all is fine and dandy and I’m carrying on as usual. I start noticing little error messages here and there and don’t think much of it. But then they get worse. I find myself having to “reboot” the machine every few hours and find it normal to close down windows that open on their own accord. Without realising, everything is actually going on a downward spiral; until, suddenly, the internet goes. NO INTERNET. No 2oceansvibe stories, no email. NOTHING!

Oh My God!

I got the entire Cape Grace IT department into my suite and they worked on it for an hour. The result – “you’ve got a virus, Sir.”

Oh My Good Lord!

That was when I realised that this machine didn’t have ESET, the virus software which I told you about the last time. But I was in a bit of a quandary as I desperately wanted to download the software, but had no internet access! That’s what I call a “Catch 22 ” (you can use that).

The IT geeks tried to install some kak software called Clamwin, and nothing happened. With my wits clearly about me, I took my flash drive to the Cape Grace Business “Communications” Centre, went to the ESET website and download the trial evaluation software. It was quick, and free.

www.eset.co.za

To cut a long story short, I installed the software, it found 15 viruses, destroyed them and everything works PERFECTLY. The machine is obviously still a little fucked and has lived past its sell-by date, as ESET finds and stops viruses virtually every hour. But as long as it is there, I can carry on.

No shit – it’s fairly incredible.

My computer is, essentially, on life support, courtesy of ESET.

I’ll just wait, patiently, until my sponsored Macbook arrives…

Whilst Matthew Pearce and Kobus Wiese (with his incredibly strained voice and abysmal English) have succeeded in sidelining Hugh Bladen and have taken South African commentating to another level altogether. Exactly what level that is, is a discussion for another day. But, nonetheless, the subject of sports commentary is fresh in the air.

There is therefore no further reason necessary to prompt the viewing (or listening) to the following clip taken from Scotland’s victory over the Gauls in the Euro 2008 qualification match. I don’t think you have ever heard a guy get so fired up.

The ball-raising goes from funny to hilarious, to worrying.

Check it out.

CLICK HERE if that didn’t play

Incredible.

It makes Hugh Bladen’s “UN BE LIEVABLE!” sound like an afterthought.

[thanks jos]

With a fridge filled with Jack Black upon arrival, I realised The Cape Grace were on the right track and should therefore experience even more of the 2oceansvibe. That is why I ordered Butlers Pizza on Friday night for myself – and threw in another human-height pile of pizzas for the Cape Grace staff.

Cape Grace gives Butlers Pizza the thumbs up
(Reiner, on his 1,973rd mission)

I received a call today from Julie at reception and I can confirm that The Cape Grace staff have given Butlers Pizza a double thumbs up! I will go even further and tell you that we experimented with their new range of pizzas, which feature the new special ingredient – PESTO .

It’s like magicians do when they reveal the trick – HEY PESTO!

Sorry about that incredibly poor joke. I’ve been enjoying and couple beers and weed at the Cape Grace pool all day, indulging in various important meetings with people of great influence.

Your father was here.

But seriously – I even tried one of their new pizzas, called The Gonzo – I’ll be honest it’s got a fucking kick to it.. It’s got “Chorizo & Chilli Tomato Puree”… that’s where it’s at. If you’re a man.

Otherwise, try Pops’ Princess – that’s what I also got (I don’t eat ALL of them – I’m not a tuck box – I just nibble – like a Yorkshire Terrier), again, with pesto… mmm, it’s good.

Pavlov’s dogs learnt faster than this.

Nice helmet
Your friend’s balls are also very impressive

Our social etiquette teachings are clearly far from over, as the exact same two cyclists from the last improper cyclist behaviour article are spotted again at Giovanni’s – and again the one fellow doesn’t understand the no-helmet rule.

I remember my mother teaching me as a kid not to wear caps or hats in restaurants and shops.

Surely this takes it to another level altogether?

*sigh*

[thanks sox]

The other morning’s festivities, which included The Muse getting her car clamped at my current residence, The Cape Grace Hotel in Cape Town; resulted in a great response from the 2oceansvibe community. Including this BEAUTIFUL photograph, taken by the equally beautiful Nicole B.

Absolutely fine

Now that’s the kind of sign The Muse would have liked to have had in front of her car when I began my line of questioning on Monday. A line of questioning which resulted in her confirming that the sign directly in front of her parked (and clamped) car read “WHEEL CLAMP ZONE.”

Yes, interestingly enough, I managed to get my hands on the Country Road 2008 Summer Catalogue . And, I tell you what, I was glad that I did. Please enjoy the absolutely ANGEL they are using for the entire ladies section!

Helloooo, my laydeh!

Hey!? Are you ok with that?

And please, there is no shame in ogling a catalogue girl. Just because you have access to a multitude of sin on the internet, it doesn’t mean you can’t appreciate this kind of stuff.

It takes me back to my high school days – where the closest thing we could get to seeing naked bodies was in the Photography section of the library, which had like one page of nude photography instruction – worn down to a grainy image after years of horny evil little boys thumbing through it.

There was also that AUDIO tape someone made of an actual skin flick, which did the rounds in the dorm. God, what was that about?

Back to the angel in question! I would like to add that there is a stunning shot of her in a one-piece there as well. Download it below and drift off into dreamy-dream land.

CLICK HERE for
Country Road Summer 2008 Catalogue
Download page (3.3Mb)

The guys that designed 2oceansvibe, HelloComputer, have just finished a new project for MTN, called the MTN Backyard Series. They’ve made an online game which is, honestly, as close as you can get to a proper game of garden cricket (or “stump” as it’s called in the Southern Suburbs) within the confines of your office. And, let’s face it, staring out the window and day dreaming about it can’t be good for your health. It’s killing you. You should be playing in the sunshine!

So they’ve made this game with a crazy summer tune in the background and a genuine garden layout, including the essential washing line, dog kennel (Buuuutch!) and sprinkler. Using the arrow keys on your keyboard, you can hit a variety of shots, including Drive/Defend/Leave, Duck, Drive/Hook and Drive/Cut. I promise you, it’s pretty sick.

How awesome does that look?
CLICK HERE for Backyard Series cricket

Why would you play test match cricket video games, if you could play garden cricket?

And why would you do actual work, if you could be playing garden cricket at your desk?

Exactly.

Get there now and enjoy the rest of your day at work. The only tip I can give you is to get your timing right. You’ll get frustrated initially, but you gotta keep going. The more shots you get, the higher your confidence reading goes and the easier it is to hit the “sweet spot.”

These crazy maniacs even have a Facebook group dedicated to the Backyard Series! You can join and create your own games in your garden, and invite some cricket stars to pitch up and play!

They’ve also made a YouTube page with videos of cricket stars going mental in a back garden. I just saw one of Graeme Smith playing cricket and sliding down a water slide into the camera. No spice.

It is SO crazy around here!

CLICK HERE to play garden cricket at your desk.

I received an email with a Tuesday Tabs suggestion from The Entrepreneur, citing one Caroline Winberg as a possible contender.

Right. Ok, let’s see what we’ve got here..

Interesting, it says here that Swede national, Caroline Winberg, enjoyed a relatively normal childhood and was something of a tomboy in her youth, (albeit with a fantastic chest). It was at 15-years that she was spotted on her way to soccer training, by a modelling scout.

I know the feeling, trust me. That shit happens to me on a daily basis.

Wikipedia mysteriously jumps straight from that little intro to inform us of the following:

During high school years at Rudbecks Gymnasium Winberg became best friend and classmate with Charlotte Lindström also a later model, Lindström was sentenced to prison in Australia for the 2007 Spaliviero hitman case. With Caroline commenting “She was blinded by love”. The two models kept in contact after graduation

Good Lord! Well I’m glad they stayed in touch.

I think now would be a great time to have a look at who, exactly, we are discussing here.

Click image for NSFW version.

Caroline Winberg
Click here for NSFW image

As I said before, fantastic!

I certainly couldn’t leave it at that and further investigation into this “2007 Spaliviero hitman case” to do with her childhood friend, Charlotte, revealed the following:

Charlotte Karin Lindström is a former waitress, promotion model and current prisoner who on May 26, 2007 at 10.40am was arrested in Sydney, Australia on suspicion of trying to hire a hitman to kill two men who were about to testify against her boyfriend Steven Spaliviero in court. Since her arrest, she has confessed and pleaded guilty to the crimes she was under suspicion for. Her friend and boss Sydney socialite Justin Hemmes offered to pay a $200,000 bail to set Lindström free so she could work at the Hemmesphere nightclub until trial. The bail was later denied and Charlotte was remanded in custody.

Nice! It should be noted that the Hemmesphere nightclub in question has nothing to do with Cape Town’s Hemmesphere nightclub. It is, in fact, part of the hotel I usually stay at when I’m in Sydney – Establishment Hotel. Look that up.

Either way, it’s a pity that the hitman story was actually about Caroline’s buddy, and not Caroline. Unless her buddy is also hot..

Ok, I’ve just done a little sniffing around the internet and found a picture of Charlotte. Goodness, she is quite hot. Click here to check her out.

I then I think that’s a wrap for today’s Tuesday Tabs! that is MORE than enough. I tell you, when I woke up this morning I had NO idea that I would be learning about so much STUFF today!

Right, I think I’m off to the pool at The Cape Grace Hotel.

Smell you later.

Whilst Martin Johnson is probably still reeling from the pounding he got on Saturday, it seems rugby in England has managed to excel in other forms.

Remember in August when I told you about the inaugural Rugby Expo? Ja, well it happened – and it was a RAGING success by all accounts.

With 2oceansvibe’s Inside Centre massively involved in the undertaking, Rugby Expo provided fifty exhibitors with the chance to showcase themselves to nearly a thousand delegates over the two days and it’s clear from their feedback that it has proved an invaluable opportunity to developing their businesses further.

The conference side of the event was very popular and included
the likes of Ian Mccheeghan, John Allan and Dan Lyle.

Over the two days thirteen conferences took place, debating a range of hot topics from the world of rugby, which involved some leading panelists from the sport and business world. The likes of Dan Jones (Head of Sport Business Group Dottie) discussed rugby as a growing global business, Peter Wheeler (CEO, Leicester Tigers Plc) discussed the migration of players, Greg Thomas (Head of Communications, IRB) discussed what rugby needed to do to become an Olympic sport and David Butler (Marketing Director Honda Racing F1) gave his thoughts on building a brand profile.

Andy Steggall, Sky Sports News Presenter said: “We’ve talked a lot about sponsorship and rugby’s USP, but Rugby Expo’s USP has without doubt been the blue chip line up of guests in the seminars – first class minds that debated all the important pieces on rugby, demonstrating that Rugby Expo is not just a trade show.”

Alec Shepherd, Managing Director Rugby Expo, said: “With around a thousand people through the doors over the two days, it’s been a magnificent achievement for an event of this type in its first year. The feedback we’ve received from exhibitors, delegates and panelists has been exceptional and it is clear to us and to all that attended that rugby needs this event to help build on the commercial foundations of the sport. We will take the success of this year and build on this for next year’s event and for the years to come. “

If you have any further questions please contact Rugby Expo (Greg West) on 07870 685559 or visit the website at www.rugbyexpo.com.

Increase the gradient a bit, mate
– then you won’t be smiling.

That’s not what I heard you say, mate

Good Times

Congratulations, guys. Looking forward to the continued success of this annual event.

I was running a tad late this morning after The Muse threw a slight curve-ball. It was 10 o’ clock and I had a TV-show meeting at 11. There was a chauffer booked for 10h30, which would deliver me to Eurojet Scooters on Buitengracht Street (my scooter, “Libby,” was ready to be fetched, with a brand new back tyre) and I still wanted a quick bite to eat.

I fell out the lift and headed towards one of the restaurants, waiting for a member of staff to appear (usually bowing). “Michael” appeared out of nowhere, noticing I had shit to do.

“Are you ok, Sir?” he asked.

I read his name badge and gave him my thoughts, “Michael, this is the story. I have a meeting at 11. I have a scooter to be fetched beforehand and a car booked to take me there at 10h30. It’s 10h10 now and I am wondering if God is able to produce some eggs and grilled tomato for me?”

“Where will you be, Sir?” came the reply.

No umming and arring and confusion. No negativity. NOT EVEN A FUCKING “YES.” You see, he has gone FURTHER then “yes” – YES IS A GIVEN – he just wants to know WHERE. That is the concern at the moment. “WHERE,” not “IF!” It’s a whole new level – somewhere The Grand Restaurant in Camps Bay should think very seriously about sending their staff for training. You know, to add some service to “compliment” the food.

I pretended not to be impressed and said I would be at the pool.

“And an orange juice, please,” I thought..

[I have come across two Michaels. This Michael should not be confused with the Michael on the front desk who managed to outsource a set of Boule at 17h00 on Saturday. There is a shop in Tygervalley Centre that stocks them, by the way - should you need.]

Back to Michael and the breakfast…

I shit you not, the food arrived in 7 minutes – which is EXACTLY how long it COULD take you to make eggs and grilled tomato – you know, IF you were trying to break a record.

A Guiness World Record – and no-one knew..

I devoured the breakfast, realising that time was now in MY hands.

10h30 came and I proceeded directly to the front entrance of the Cape Grace Hotel. Before I even stepped out into the lobby, Lance appeared next to me, walking at exactly the same pace. Almost like those people that drive alongside cyclists, giving them supplies, like water and thick skin.

“Your car is ready, Mr. Rotherham,” he confirmed.

Now I don’t know how the fuck he knew that I was the guy or how things work here. It’s almost like the Truman show. Whilst I am quite aware that the hotel is full, it honestly feels like it’s all about me. A notion that I am, naturally, quite fine with.

Seriously, it’s actually bordering on amusing and outrageous at the same time. I am tempted to suggest that they are downstairs the whole time, strategising on what I might want next and ensuring that every member of staff is 100% in tune with my MIND – let alone what I have actually UTTERED.

Off I went to Eurojet to get my scooter:

Lance – BMW 7 series il chauffer.
(And part-time motivational speaker)

Service was becoming a bit of a theme in my brain, as I asked Lance about his time at The Cape Grace. God, it was unstoppable, as he went on about how awesome his job is and how he has been here for 15 years and how he feels it is HIS sole purpose to make everyone’s Monday better.

I am NOT making this up. And yes, I checked for cameras..

I fetched my scooter, sideswiped Vida e, and headed off to the meeting. Which was very positive, thanks for asking.

I stopped by The Safe house to check up on Mavis, who (as you can only imagine) was VERY relaxed on the sofa with a toasted sandwich and a cup of tea in her hands (WWE wrestling on the TV – naturally). We negotiated her new leveraged pay structure, which allowed for random thumb-suck family death grants, as well as the continued “turn-a-blind-eye-to-chilling-out” understanding and no-rules wrestling TV viewing allowance. I left on the scooter with some essentials, including the Vanity Fair, my red jeans, De Grendel Rose and another six pack of Jack Black (the Jack Black which was pre-stocked in my suite’s kitchen fridge has already been klapped) and some pot.

Back to home base..

Chilled

I gathered myself in my R12,500 a night (off season) 2-Bedroom Luxury Suite at Cape Town’s Cape Grace 5-star hotel. Now, whilst two bedrooms may seem a bit over the top, it is clear that senior management understand the necessity for a study (albeit king-size en-suite).

The master bedroom – for recreation

The study – for “work”

And so the day went on. I spent the rest of the afternoon next to the pool, drinking whisky and fielding sms’s; filling up various time slots for the rest of the week. It’s looking like a good lineup.

Pools to the left of me

Yacht basins to the right..
Here I am, stuck in the middle with you..

So that is where I chilled – with the iPod on random.

Tracks next to the pool included:

Queen – Under Pressure
Joss Stone
Tupac
Beatles – Help
Kriss Kross – Alright
Thelma Houston – Don’t Leave Me This Way
INXS – Devil Inside
Dirty Skirts – You’ll Be Amazed
Jamelia – SuperStar

And, of course, Michael Jackson – Heal The World.

Chat later..

2oceansvibe Character and ex-KFM morning-show disc jockey (try saying that with a straight face), Nic Marais (AKA The DJ), has gone off to study law at Yale. People are usually pretty impressed when I tell them that, after they ask me why he is no longer hosting Cape Town’s biggest breakfast show. That’s when I tell them he was also accepted at Harvard law school and basically flipped a coin to decide.

Nic Marais is fucking smart and fucking funny.

Nic also has his own blog which allows you to still enjoy his stunning wit, even though he is so very far away. Far, far away, in a very place. A place very different to what we’re used to.

So cold in fact, that Nic wrote to me and said: “funny, just logged onto your blog and I see we’ve both written about the weather! jesus, it’s fucking cold here.”

He was referring to my very brief post the other day mentioning that the following day would be 35°C.

Our boy was clearly missing Cape Town.

I went over to nicmarais.com to see what he was talking about. Shame, this is what I found:

POLES APART

I’ve agreed to go cycling tomorrow. At 9am. At -5°C. As one does. At least I’ll be able to thaw out when it hits 3°C.

“I’ll be able to thaw out when is hits 3°C.”

Har!

I’d make that a regular read, if I were you (oh my God, I’ve just realised that I AM YOU!). I mean, seriously, the guy is one of the 2oceansvibe Characters! He’s fucking smart, fucking funny and he’s studying law at Yale.

You’ve heard of Yale, right?

Check out www.nicmarais.com

I received a call from Dave after the Springboks drilled England 6-42 on Saturday (congas to Barndog and the boys). He mentioned something about the post match interview with and something about a vindictive little journalist. I searched for it on the “internet” but it was too soon after the event to find anything. Naturally it arrived in my inbox this morning!

It is quite evident that these two have had history, as the sniping by the reporter is simply too much to behold. My personal favourite is when the reporter went for this vibe : “You said that last week, Martin, and a lot of the mistakes this week looked very familiar. The definition of DAFTNESS is making the same mistakes repeatedly. Were England daft today?”

Whaah! Were England daft today? What kind of a fucking question is that?

I honesty don’t know how Johnson stopped himself from kop ping the guy. Check it out for yourself.

CLICK HERE FOR VIDEO

It’s one thing punishing a guy when he deserves it, but it’s all too emboerrissing when you completely overdo it and expose yourself for having it in for him. Then you just look like a twerp.

A fat twerp.

With bad skin.

[thanks jos]

I had so much to tell you, which I will be focusing on later. As you know, I moved into my suite at the Cape Grace hotel on Saturday.

“Our 2 Bedroom Suites epitomise luxurious home-from-home comforts and are ideal for families or friends travelling together. These spacious suites feature two private en-suite bedrooms and a sizeable balcony and include a fully equipped kitchen, separate lounge and dining area as well as a CD player and DVD machine – ensuring a comfortable stay for those wishing to make the most of their in-room downtime.

As with all rooms at Cape Grace, facilities such as a separate bath, shower and toilet, satellite TV, secure room safes and even an iron and ironing board are standard in every 2 Bedroom Suite.”

Cape Town’s Cape Grace Hotel

This morning’s delivery to you was stunted, due to a little drama. You see, The Muse stayed over and, upon leaving this morning, found her car clamped.

Panic and mayhem ensued and, with a collaborative team of ten people (including Cape Grace Reception and Concierge staff and Waterfront security guards), we dealt with the problem. I orchestrated the proceedings, naked, from the suite (sweet!) balcony, with a cellphone strapped to one ear (tuned into The Muse in full blown spin-out mode) and the room line on the other ear (direct link to the General Manager in the control tower).

The matter was dealt with and it looks like we’ll all live to see another day.

The Muse confirmed everything was sorted out and, before she put down the phone I asked, “Why did they clamp your car if I’m staying at the hotel?”

“Oh, no, there is another section which has been demarcated and is separate to the hotel parking zone.”

I had a feeling there was more to this. “Are there no signs there to warn motorists not to park in that area”

“Yes,” she said.

“What do the signs say?” I probed.

[wait for it....]

“Wheel Clamping Zone,” she replied.

“WHEEL CLAMPING ZONE?!” I asked, bewildered.

“Yes….”

As ludicrous as it seemed, I just wanted to see exactly how ludicrous it was.

“Umm, where exactly was this sign?” I enquired.

“Directly in front of my car where I parked.”

“Basically the only thing in your line of site when you parked the car?”

“Yes.”

So that, my dear friends, is why we’re off to a staggered start this morning. There will be more later, I just need to re-adjust my whole vibe.

Don’t forget to have a snoop around my suite and also take note of the Cape Grace’s many accolades:

“Best City Hotel” Travel & Leisure World Service Awards (US) 2008

” Best Independent Hotel” Luxury Travel (UK) 2008

“Top 10″ in TripAdvisor Traveler’s Choice Awards (US) 2008

” Best Hotel in the World for Service and Staff” Condé Nast Traveller (UK) 2007

” Gold List” – Condé Nast Traveller (UK & USA) 2007

“Best Business Hotel in Africa & The Middle East” – Travel & Leisure (USA) 2006

“Best Hotel in the World” 2000 & “Best Hotel in Africa” – Condé Nast Traveler (USA) 2001, 2003

I’ll smell you later..