After two days at Bushmans Kloof I was in a state of such deep relaxation that a kindly escort was required to guide me, tranquil and languid, back to my vehicle, which had been thoughtfully stocked with chilled water bottles (they think of everything) for the two-hour drive back to Cape Town.
I’d been watered, fed and massaged. I’d been educated and informed. I’d wandered through gardens, I’d looked on ancient art and I’d taken a midnight dip by the light of the moon. All this, along with some extraordinary Bouchard-Finlayson wines, had put my body and mind into a state of totally-spaced-out contentment.
A great highlight of your stay at Bushmanskloof is the spa. The riverside gazebo is perched on an outcrop over a babbling creek that wends through rock towers and scented fynbos. Its three-walled construction means that one side is completely exposed to the warm open air, whilst maintaining perfect privacy and seclusion. An extremely accomplished spa therapist got to work on the Celebration of Life Signature Experience, while I promptly entered a spatio-temporal flux of complete happiness, and quietly celebrated life.
When the wonder therapy was concluded, some recreation followed. The memories are a mingled blur of delicate high tea scones, game spotting, drinks at the boma bonfire under a starry sky and finally, and I cannot emphasise this enough, a dinner that surpassed any meal I have yet experienced. Like some hedonistic, epicurean fantasy, specially chosen wines accompanied each course – a feat of Bushmanskloof’s master sommelier. After fynbos gravadlax and a fillet steak with gorgonzola-biltong butter, Bouchard-Finlayson Sauvignon Blanc and Port with my rocky road dessert, it was time to head back to our beautifully appointed room. I slept very, very well that night, between luxurious sheets of unprecedented thread-count.
Next morning I was up-and-at-‘em for a rock art excursion. We saw two sites, both completely fascinating, fragile and beautiful. The ancient San Bushmem come to life through these cultural remnants. I had a hundred questions all of which were answered with great insight by one of Bushmans Kloof’s extremely knowledgeable guides.
Dark secluded pools and shady areas where guests can lie and swim balanced the absorbing heat of the day, and before a languorous poolside nap, I managed to do some watercolours of the acacias and aloes scattered throughout the landscaped gardens; paints can be found in your room – a great touch.
It was on that happy note that I left Bushmans Kloof to head back to the real world. But rest assured I’ll be back – again and again… and again.
By Lucy Heavens