First you have to get to the resort where either road has pot holes that make driving extremely hazadous. It all started so well, met at the entrance by a man in a bow tie.
The staff are really nice, friendly and attentive, but there is no leadership. Simple things like a float for the shop or bar. The moment you step out of the gates of the resort you are harrased by "tour guides". There are absolutely no amenities like other Wild Coast resorts. The place comes across as the illigetimate child the group have to acknowledge is in the family, but don't want much to do with it.
Our lights went out at 10pm on the Saturday with 4.5 hour load shedding and we did not have any electricity til about 6pm the following day because when it was reported to when some one could be bothered to fix it took about 8 hours. There was no running water, meaning we could not shower or bath and owing to no electricity could not cook the food we brought or even make a hot drink.
By then we had voted with our feet and left to face the dangerous journey back to Mquanduli through the potholes.
I can safely say I will never darken their doorstep again.
This is a resort desperate for some investment and leadership, because the scenery is absolutely stunning.
This resort in particular was famous for its Seafood Supper, now the seafood is frozen, even the braai night is gone.