P
rivate pleasure abode for the
owner and his friends -- until
recently. I had heard tales of
a wildly extravagant safari
lodge somewhere in South
Africa, but it remained mysteriously
shrouded in anonymity. I long
thought it chimerical, but the lodge
does exist, and it now even receives,
but ever so selectively. Exclusive and
elusive, South Africa’s best-kept
secret almost requires the guile of
Bond to excavate. Indeed, this is a
James Bond safari lodge, all jet-set
and touch-button.
It comes with a Bond Girl too, Metsi.
Like any self-respecting Bond Girl,
she must tantalise. And so we shall
tormentingly defer elaboration of
her charms...
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