Our 24 hours in London raced by, but delightfully so. The Dukes Hotel, which screamed 'Old England' from the white columns framing the entrance, the dark green carpet in the sitting room, and the gleaming wood of the aged bar, was fantastic. The martinis lived up to the superlatives we'd heard, with the secret ingredient being the surprisingly sweet twist of a lemon imported from Sorrento, Italy.
We spent the day strolling the streets of St. James Place and marvelled at block after block of luxury stores. A very dangerous place to be as eyes grow wide and credit cards seem to materialize from nowhere. We ate lunch at The American Bar, which is part of a St. James area boutique hotel where the rooms have been transformed from former stables. Trust me, it looks better than it sounds.
We're now in the Virgin Air Lounge awaiting the overnight flight to Jo'berg. We're all excited, wondering what to expect and how we'll react to a place so radically different than anything that any of us have visited before. Tomorrow, another continent...stay tuned....
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