Mafikeng Hotels with Wi-Fi

If you have low expectations and time on your hands, you will strike gold (possibly platinum) with a visit to the Mahikeng Protea hotel restaurant. The single bottle of wine for the table took so long that the thought struck me that the poor waiter had been dispatched to Stellenbosch by three legged donkey to get it. On his return from van der Stel’s encampment and somewhere between our table and the place where orders are ‘punched in’, the hapless rider of the tri-limbed mule was accosted by highwaymen, who robbed him, cruelly stealing pages from the book where he had so diligently noted our orders. Evidence of the robbery manifested itself when the sauces and sides ordered at the start appeared as we drew our cutlery together signaling the end of a meal so bland grown men sobbed as they recalled similar meals they’d enjoyed at the Siege of Mafeking. The same signal heralded a realization that one entire order had remained in the starting blocks like a deaf sprinter who couldn’t hear the gun. The game here needs upping very badly. Very badly.