On the 10 December we left for a road trip – it was the first holiday we have taken with the kids. We tend to go away without the kids, and when we do go away with them, we tend to head anywhere that is no more than 2 hours from home.
Mainly because at some point around day three we will just want to go home.
We drove to Bloemfontein, and then stayed over for a night – just so Connor was not going to be in the car for his birthday.
We had actually had a really cool surf party for him on the 8th. 10 of his friends doing a surf lesson and then surfing/falling at Muizenburg Beach.
I sat on the beach freezing and trying to keep Isabelle warm, thinking this is the coldest and grimmest birthday every – the wind was howling and it was freezing – only to be told by the boys that it WAS THE BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!!!
Shows what I know. Children appear to have no thermostat and a high tolerance for lips that turn blue, and wind that makes you bend at the ankles.
We left Bloemfontein with stars in our eyes, and all the excitement one would expect when aimed towards Sun City.
I have never been to Sun City, so the idea of it was quite lavish, fun-filled, and included hours lazing around a pool with a large glass of Chenin Blanc and maybe a small packet of pistachios from the pool bar!
Sun City sounded very cool and we were “surprising ” the kids. They only realised where we were going when Connor started reading the SUN CITY sign.
We are in the hotel and I am all excited about the fact that we are at SUN CITY. We are taken up to our room by a porter and I am all WE ARE IN SUN CITY, WE ARE IN SUN CITY.
We walk in the room – bear in mind I have been stuck in a car for two days, so the room is like heaven. I walk in. It is big, it is clean, it does not smell of old food and feet like the car. T\here is a big bed with crisp sheets and large pillows. Oh heaven. Wake me quick!
I am so “I am going to lie down with my book and a cup of tea” and I then I realised “hey where are the kids’ beds?”
“Where is the interleading door to the kids rooms?
I glance behind the tv cabinet.
I look under the bed.
I peek behind the curtain.
I ran my hand along the wall in the event it had one of those “secret” spring lock numbers.
I get annoyed because clearly we are in the WRONG ROOM. I pivot around to Kennith and tell him we are booked in the wrong room, as where is the inter leading door to the kids’s room?
The porter indicates the red/orange couch with a bit of a flourish.
I knew he was saying something but I could not hear him, as the voices in my head started screaming at about that point.
I say a little louder (because I have learnt this from my kids, if you keep saying something over and over again, in a louder voice, sometimes you get that thing that you were not going to get in the beginning) voice: “WE ARE IN THE WRONG ROOM. WE ARE MEANT TO BE IN THE FAMILY SUITE. THEY HAVE MADE AN ERROR WITH THE BOOKING. WHERE IS THE KIDS ROOM?”
Porter guy showed us the roll out bed — which rolls out from the couch — where he suggests we are going to put three kids. To sleep.
More importantly when he rolled out the bed, the room did not get any bigger.
We then were 5 people with 5 over sized bag, whose contents was thrown around in the room, squeezed into a room suited to 2 people. 2 people comfortable. 5 people a bit less so.
Shall we just say the glamour of SUN CITY evaporated right there!
I do not in any way wish to take away the magic that is SUN CITY. But “family suites” appear to be not dissimilar from camping. You have bags all around you, and you spend much of your day scratching around in them for items of clothing, and some more time trying to shove everything back into them.
If sleeping 5 in a room was slightly “what I did not expect” – 5 of us using one bathroom really took any trace of magic out of the equation.
By night two, Kennith ended up on the roll out couch’s mattress transferred to the floor.
Connor on cushions made from those that came off the couch, and I slept in the big bed with the two girls.
Not quite what I had expected, I will confess.