The first impressions of the Marine Hotel are impressive. You sweep into the car park past a security guard and are confronted by a large white building with lawns that stretch to the cliff tops. It feels much as I imagine Bournemouth felt between the wars. Nice, genteel but slightly intimidating. In fact, nice was a words that kept springing to my mind throughout our stay. This is the sort of hotel where the guests speak in whispers and the staff tiptoe. You feel you can’t have a friendly chat with a member of staff without sounding patronising. Having said that the staff were always helpful, just a bit distant somehow.
Our room was, well nice. Spacious but not huge. A sitting area with a sofa, minibar and a TV. And a bed right in front of the window which meant you could continue to search for whales throughout the night if you wanted and were not put off by people wandering along the footpath, (admittedly they were nearly always staring out to sea) and a large bathroom with a spacious shower.
There is a pleasant lounge that faces out over the lawns and the cliffs. As always in South Africa, the food was excellent and the portions huge. We made the mistake of having a club sandwich for lunch and then at dinner we ate 3 courses which was clearly a mistake because we both felt we had eaten far to much and could barely stagger up the stairs to our room. The restaurant has an odd feel to it. It is bright and wants to be cool but can’t quite let go, rather like an hip vicar organising a rock band.
A great place to watch whales, but I would find it difficult to feel really relaxed in this hotel