Escape to Paradise: Howard's End Manor B&B Awaits in Cape Town!
Alright, buckle up buttercups, because I'm about to spill the tea on Escape to Paradise: Howard's End Manor B&B in Cape Town! This ain't your cookie-cutter hotel review, folks. We're diving headfirst into the nitty-gritty, the glorious, the slightly-off-putting – the real deal. And listen, I'm not promising perfection, because, let's be honest, does that even exist? But what I can promise is a brutally honest take from someone who appreciates a good travel experience and is equally ready to call out the BS.
First Impressions (and the Struggle to Get There!)
Let's start with the basics. Accessibility: Now, navigating Cape Town is a dream, but getting to this "paradise" needed some serious navigation skills. The website whispered about accessibility, but didn't shout about it. Finding definitive info was a treasure hunt, like finding the Lost City of Atlantis. I'd suggest calling ahead and clarifying because, trust me, uneven paths and a B&B vibe don't always equal smooth wheelchair access. Don't get me started on the GPS-induced detour I took. Whew! My car is still grumbling about that.
And the exterior? Well, it's Cape Town, so it's mostly stunning, but there's a certain…laid-back-ness. That’s my polite way of saying “may want to check the parking availability – you can see a few cars, but more of “oh, it’s here.” Thank goodness for the car park [free of charge]!
Once Inside: The Good, the Bad, and the…Fluffy Robes
Right, let's talk about the rooms. Available in all rooms: Air conditioning? Check. Alarm clock? Double-check. Wake-up service? Excellent. You need to wake up with the views so you don’t miss out on the breakfast [buffet]! But the moment of truth: My room was spotlessly clean, not a speck of dust. Daily housekeeping, a lifesaver! Fresh towels and linens. Honestly, a small miracle. The blackout curtains were a godsend for those jet-lagged naps. There were bathrobes and slippers! Luxurious fluffiness, I tell you. What surprised me was how spacious the room was, with a desk I could actually work at. The Wi-Fi [free] was rock-solid, perfect for uploading ALL my Cape Town selfies. The Internet access – wireless, Internet access – LAN worked, and I could actually get some work done. But then, the “small imperfections” of human experience hit: one of the coffee cups had a hairline crack (but hey, free coffee!), and the hot tub wasn’t working so all the plans I had were instantly gone. I mean that’s not a dealbreaker for a lot of people, and it might even be nice, but for me it was really disappointing.
Dining, Drinking, and the Quest for the Perfect Salad
Okay, let's talk grub. Breakfast [buffet]? A must. Breakfast service? You betcha. Coffee/tea in restaurant? Indeed. The usual suspects: eggs, bacon, pastries, so on and so forth. The food was fine. Don’t get me wrong, it was above average. But I was hoping for a wow factor.
I’m a salad fiend, so I perused the salad in restaurant and the Western cuisine in restaurant. The salad was good, but nothing to write home about. I did get a bottle of water. So I started to drink, then…
I’m super relieved to see that restaurants exist because I didn’t want the hassle of finding a place to eat, but if the food wasn't what I was hoping for, that would leave a bad taste in my mouth!
A good poolside bar? Yes, please.
Pampering and Paradise? (Or, the Spa Saga)
Okay, so here's where Howard's End really tries to shine: the wellness stuff. Their Pool with view, spa, spa/sauna, massage, sauna, and steamroom were calling to me, and I spent a significant amount of time trying to figure them out.
Wellness is subjective so take my experience with a grain of salt. I got myself a body scrub that was amazing. Just an hour away from reality. My skin felt like a baby.
I was expecting an actual spa. It's not quite a spa, not like a dedicated place, but for the price, it's worth it!
Beyond the Room: Services and Stuff
Facilities for disabled guests. I did not use it, but it’s nice that they have it! Elevator? Check. Daily housekeeping was a godsend. Luggage storage? Yes, and super helpful, especially if you arrive earlier. They also have Air conditioning in public area, Cash withdrawal.
Cleanliness and Safety: The Covid Chronicles
In these times, safety is paramount. I was pleased to see Anti-viral cleaning products, Daily disinfection in common areas, Hand sanitizer, etc. Lots of safety/security feature. The Sanitized kitchen and tableware items was something I appreciated.
For the Kids/The Family Friendliness Factor
Family/child friendly? I didn’t bring kids. But based on the atmosphere, it’s a good place to take them.
Getting Around: The Taxi Trial
I relied on a taxi service. I also saw the car park [on-site] and thought “Hey, I could use that.” Bicycle parking is available, if that's your thing.
The Verdict (aka, Is It Worth It?)
Look, Howard's End Manor isn't perfect. But it is a solid choice. A lovely stay in Cape Town. I'm rating it a solid 4/5. You’re not going to regret it.
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Okay, buckle up, buttercups! Because this isn't just an itinerary, it's a goddamn experience. We're not just visiting Cape Town, we're going to live it. And we're doing it from the heart (and probably the stomach…)
Howard's End Manor & My Cape Town Debacle (and Triumph!) - A Messy Itinerary
Preamble: The Arrival (and the "Oh, Crap, I Forgot…")
First off, let me just say, Howard's End Manor… it's gorgeous. Like, stop-you-in-your-tracks gorgeous. Think "colonial elegance meets Instagram-worthy garden." Finding it? Well, that’s another story. I swear, I took a wrong turn near the very charming (but inexplicably dusty) Constantia Village and ended up face-to-face with a particularly judgmental ostrich. Seriously, that bird gave me the side-eye that could curdle milk. Anyway, eventually, AFTER a caffeine-fueled panic attack, I made it. And thank God, because unpacking after a 20-hour flight is NEVER fun. But the welcome? Spectacular. The staff? Angels disguised as ridiculously charming South Africans. The complimentary afternoon tea? Lord have mercy, it was perfect. My room, the one with the four-poster bed and the balcony overlooking the garden? Yes, please.
Day 1: Lost in Translation (and Pinotage)
- Morning: Jet lag. Pure, unadulterated jet lag. Managed to stumble downstairs for breakfast just as the sun was coming up. The buffet was legendary. I'm talking fresh fruit I'd never seen before, perfectly cooked eggs, the works. Tried the boerewors (sausage), and my taste buds did a happy dance. Then spent a glorious hour just sitting on the balcony, pretending to be a sophisticated traveler while desperately fighting the urge to fall asleep mid-scenic view.
- Afternoon: First foray into the city. Hired a driver, because let's be honest, I'm still semi-dysfunctional. Decided to go straight for the heart: Table Mountain. The cable car ride? Breathtaking, even for a non-mountain person. The views? Unreal. The wind? Brutal. Nearly blew my hat (and dignity) off. Took what felt like a million photos. Got slightly nauseous from the altitude. Briefly considered starting a new life as a cloud. Worth it.
- Evening: Restaurant recommendation from the staff at Howard's End: Gold Restaurant. The food was an experience, a proper journey through the flavors of Africa! They also have a drum lesson before dinner. I, who have a sense of rhythm on par with a goldfish, actually managed to keep pace. Sort of. Wine pairing? Pinotage. (South African red wine.) Delicious. Ended the evening with a blissful, very messy, and very necessary good night's sleep!
Day 2: Crayfish, Culture, and Calamity (of the best kind)
- Morning: Decided to be proactive and book a tour of Robben Island. Got up early. Felt incredibly important and organized. Made it to the V&A Waterfront (which is beautiful in its own right) to catch the ferry…Only to discover, after a good hour of queuing, that I'd booked the wrong day.
- Rant time: HOW does this happen?! I triple-check everything! Apparently the universe has a wicked sense of humor. And, for the record, I felt like an imbecile. But, you know what? Life goes on.
- Afternoon: Since Robben Island was a no-go, I decided on Plan B (and, apparently, a shopping trip) and visited the V&A Waterfront. I ate lunch at a seafood restaurant that was just… perfection. I mean, fresh crayfish? Oh, yeah! I bought about a hundred souvenirs I didn't need, got slightly sunburnt.
- Evening: Booked another restaurant in the evening, this one in the Constantia area. The wine at the restaurant, which I can't even pronounce right now, was spectacular. I had the risotto. I was in heaven.
Day 3: Wine Country's Embrace (and a Little Bit of Humility)
- Morning: Finally, a day without a major logistical meltdown! Drove (okay, the driver drove) out to Stellenbosch and Franschhoek for a wine tour. This is what everyone comes to Cape Town for, isn't it? Rolling vineyards, charming villages, and plenty of deliciousness. First stop: Tokara (Stellenbosch), breathtaking views and some seriously good Sauvignon Blanc. Followed that up with a tasting at La Motte (Franschhoek) (and, yes, I bought a bottle). Got schooled on the nuances of wine. Learned that "oaky" does not mean "delicious."
- Afternoon: Franschhoek village. So beautiful and charming! I walked around the streets, and bought a cheese board. And then I ate all the cheese.
- Evening: Dinner at the manor, I enjoyed an incredible meal and a bottle of wine. Afterwards, I sat on the grounds of the manor and relaxed and got some quiet time to myself. It was perfect.
Day 4: The Peninsula (and the Penguins of Perfection)
- Morning: The Cape Peninsula. Packed WAY too much sunscreen and snacks. Drove the scenic route. First stop: Boulders Beach to see the penguins. They're ridiculously adorable. Hundreds and hundreds of penguins. I could watch them waddle around all day. Got a bit too close and got splashed with a bit of penguin poo.
- Afternoon: Cape Point. The actual, physical point. Took the Flying Dutchman funicular (because, again, I was feeling lazy). The views were stunning but felt the wind.
- Evening: Last dinner in Cape Town! I went back to Gold Restaurant because I loved the vibe, but the food was even better this time. More traditional South African food, and more joy from the drum lessons.
Day 5: Departure (and the Bitter-Sweet Goodbye)
- Morning: Woke up with a serious case of the "I don't want to leave" blues. Said goodbye to the wonderful staff at Howard's End. Managed a final, rather pathetic attempt at a decent breakfast. Packed (again). Contemplated throwing a suitcase into the ocean, instead of returning home.
- Afternoon: Goodbye, Cape Town. You were a bit messy, occasionally infuriating, and utterly, completely incredible. I would and will, be back.
- Postscript: I probably spent the entire flight home reliving the trip and feeling incredibly grateful for all the experiences.
Final Thoughts (aka My Verdict)
Cape Town is not for the faint of heart. Or the overly organized. Or anyone who doesn't appreciate a bit of chaos. But if you embrace the imperfections, the unexpected detours, and the sheer, unadulterated beauty of it all? You'll have an experience you'll never forget. And, hey, even after the Robben Island incident, it was perfect. I’d go back in a heartbeat. And Howard's End Manor? The perfect base for all the madness. Go. Just go. But book Robben Island on the right day, okay? You’ve been warned.
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Escape to Paradise: Howard's End Manor B&B - Your Cape Town Adventure! (Probably...)
Okay, so what *is* Howard's End Manor, exactly? Is it some Victorian death trap posing as a B&B?
Alright, alright, settle down, drama queen. It's a B&B. Think sprawling, kinda… stately. Think, um, slightly faded grandeur, but in a good way. Like a perfectly aged bottle of wine – except, you know, the "aging" part is just the paint chipping a little. Think “Cape Dutch meets possibly slightly delusional owner with a passion for floral arrangements.” Yeah, that's about right. And NO, it's not a death trap. Mostly. Though that staircase *does* creak like it's got a grudge against the world.
The website photos. Are they… realistic? Because, let's be honest, B&B websites are notoriously deceptive.
Ah, the photos. Okay, so… they’re *aspirational*. The pool? Yeah, it’s there. It’s… functional. The photographer clearly had a *very* good angle and a penchant for Photoshop. It looks bigger in the pictures. Look, it’s Cape Town, you're probably going to want to hit the beach anyway, which is WAY more impressive. Focus on the views, people! The views from the breakfast patio are genuinely breathtaking. I promise I felt like I was practically *bathing* in sunshine. Okay, maybe not "bathing," but close. The rose bushes aren't as lush as they look, though… that was a bit disappointing, I'll admit.
Breakfast. Crucial. What's the deal with the breakfast? Is it… edible?
Breakfast. Okay... brace yourselves. The breakfast is... *homemade*. That’s the good news. The bad news? It REALLY depends on the mood of the owner, let's call them "Howard" (it's a long story). Some days, it's a glorious spread of fresh fruit, perfectly poached eggs, and the most AMAZING coffee. Other days… let’s just say you might be better off grabbing a muffin from the corner shop. I had this one morning where I was convinced the scrambled eggs had been cooked approximately a week prior. But then, the next day? Divine French toast with caramelized bananas! It's a gamble, folks. A beautiful, slightly unpredictable gamble. I suggest going on the first day and hoping for the best, because it sets the tone for the whole trip! I swear, sometimes, I thought Howard was just *trying* different recipes out on us.
How's the location? Easy to get around? Stuck in the middle of nowhere?
Location, location, location! It's… decent. Not *perfect*, but decent. You're in a pretty residential area, which means it's quiet, which is a major plus. Driving is pretty essential, or at least Ubering. Cape Town is spread out, you know? Don't expect to walk everywhere. The plus side is you're close to some cool stuff – Kirstenbosch Gardens are a MUST-SEE, and the drive to the beaches is gorgeous. Just… budget time for traffic. Seriously, traffic is a thing. I spent half a day stuck in traffic. Ugh, it was a *nightmare*. I could have screamed. Okay, I did scream. Several times.
What about the rooms? Are they clean? Comfortable? Do they have… *bugs*? (Shudders)
Clean? Generally yes. Comfortable? Mostly. Bugs? Okay, let's address the elephant in the room… or, you know, the occasional stray ant. It’s an old house. Embrace the imperfections. I mean, I’m not saying there was a plague, but I saw a few, tiny little guys. One tried to share my biscuit. Rude. The rooms are all unique, though. Some are HUGE, some are a bit…cozy. Check which one you are booking to avoid disappointment. The beds are generally comfy, though. The Wi-Fi is… spotty, in some. And the shower pressure? Well, let's just say you might need to embrace a more casual relationship with cleanliness. The *vibe* is very… "lived in." Like, you'll feel relaxed even if the curtains are a little frayed. I actually really liked that about it, you know? Made it feel less pretentious.
Is it actually "Escape to Paradise?" That's a bold statement.
"Escape to Paradise." Okay, okay, it's a bit of a stretch. But, if you're looking for a charming, slightly eccentric place to base yourself while exploring Cape Town? Yeah, it could be. If you go in with realistic expectations, a sense of humor, and a willingness to, let's face it, *wing it*, then absolutely. The views are genuinely stunning, the location is convenient, most of the time, and the overall atmosphere is… well, it’s memorable. And that’s what you want, right? I mean, the best travel memories aren’t always the picture-perfect ones. Sometimes, they're the ones where you're slightly questioning your choices, covered in crumbs, and laughing hysterically at the wonky shower head. So, yeah. Escape to Paradise? Maybe. Escape to a damn good story? Definitely. Honestly, I’d go back. Just… maybe pack some ant spray.
The owner, “Howard.” What's the deal? Because I’ve got a feeling…
Howard. Ah, yes. Howard. The man, the myth, the… well, let's just say he's *involved*. He's… an experience. He's got opinions. He's passionate about… everything. He flits around the place, like a slightly frazzled, but ultimately well-meaning, hummingbird. He'll regale you with stories about the history of the house, which are… often embellished. He'll offer unsolicited advice about everything from the best restaurants to the optimal way to fold a napkin. Look, he can be a *lot*. Honestly, I found him… endearing. In a slightly bonkers way. He absolutely *loves* the place. And that passion is infectious, if you let it be. The first day, I was a little bit, 'Oh, god, this guy…' but then he offered me a freshly squeezed orange juice, a real South African experience, and I was like, 'Alright, Howard, I get it.' He's part of the charm. Just… be prepared. Brace yourself. And maybe bring some earplugs. Just in case he decides to sing opera again at breakfast. (True story. I think).
Ok, okay, one last thing: Would you *recommend* it? Be honest.
Alright, fine. The brutal, honest truth? It depends. Are you high-maintenance? Do you demand perfection? Are you overly concerned with matching towels? Then, ABSOLUTELY NOT. Run far, far away. But, if you’re looking for something… different. Something authentic. Something with character and a wholeSleep Stop Guide
