Pretoria Getaway: Unbelievable Murray Street 137 Guest House Awaits!
Pretoria Getaway: Unbelievable Murray Street 137 Guest House – My Brain Dump!
Okay, buckle up, because I'm about to flood your senses with everything I think I know, and feel about Pretoria Getaway: Unbelievable Murray Street 137 Guest House. This isn't your polished travel brochure spiel – this is me, unfiltered. Let’s get chaotic!
First Impressions - The "Unbelievable" Factor?
Honestly? That name, "Unbelievable Murray Street 137 Guest House" – it’s a claim, right? A big one! But after sifting through the info, the sheer amount of stuff they offer… well, maybe, just maybe, it is believable. This place is packing a lot in.
The Wheelchair-Accessible Stuff (Accessibility):
Okay, let's be real: accessibility is crucial. This ain’t just a tick-the-box thing, it’s about respect. The info suggests they're trying. "Facilities for disabled guests" is listed, which is something. I'd personally need to know the nitty-gritty – are the hallways wide enough for a wheelchair? Are the bathrooms properly equipped? – before really giving it a thumbs-up. But the mention gives me a little hope.
Internet! OMG, Wi-Fi Nirvana! (Internet & Related):
This is my JAM! A world without Wi-Fi is a world I’d rather not visit. So, I’m stoked to see "Free Wi-Fi in all rooms!" and Wi-Fi in public areas. And, get this, even Internet [LAN]. That's old-school cool! The mention of this much connectivity makes me think this place understands that, in the modern age, internet access is as vital as oxygen. And for a hotel, that's a HUGE point in its favor.
Things to Do & Ways to Relax - Spa Day, Anyone? (Things to do, ways to relax):
A sauna? Steamroom? A pool with a view?! Sign me up! The list goes on: massage, spa, body wrap – I might actually melt into a puddle of relaxation. The fitness center adds a bonus, though I’m not sure I'd use it. (Let's be honest, the only thing I lift is a fork.) But it's there!
Cleanliness & Safety - Is it Safe? (Cleanliness and safety):
This is the new normal, right? Anti-viral cleaning products? Daily disinfection? Hand sanitizer everywhere? They've gotta be doing the right thing with all of this now. Plus, they have a doctor on call?!? This is a major plus. They also have a first aid kit, which is also something to keep in mind for those tiny incidents that may occur, and hand sanitizer too.
Dining, Drinking, and Snacking - Hungry for Adventure?
A la carte restaurants? Buffet? Asian AND International cuisine?!? My stomach started rumbling just reading that. The veggie options are a must, and the coffee shop and poolside bar are massive wins. Room service? 24-hours?! Dude! I can already picture myself ordering a midnight feast.
Services & Conveniences - They Think of Everything?
Doorman? Concierge? Currency exchange? Dry cleaning? Elevator? Facilities for disabled guests (again, a win!)? It feels like they've considered EVERYTHING. A gift shop is a fun bonus.
For the Kids - Family-Friendly or Not?
Babysitting service? Kids' meals? This reads as family-friendly, though I would like to know more about the kids facilities before taking the little devils along, otherwise it's a pass!
Getting Around: - Easy Breezy or a Transportation Nightmare? (Getting around):
Airport transfer? Car parking? Taxi service? They have all the transports available!
In-Room Bliss - What Will My Room Actually Be Like?
Air conditioning? Coffee/tea maker? Complimentary tea? Free bottled water? A safe for my valuables? Blackout curtains are the most important thing to mention here!
And here comes the absolute truth: it sounds amazing.
The BIG Picture - My Gut Reaction
Okay, hold up. This much stuff available at a guest house? Honestly, it's a little overwhelming. But in a good way. It suggests a place that genuinely cares for its guests.
My Unfiltered Anecdote - The Buffet Battle (For the Love of Food!):
Okay, here's a confession. I read "Buffet in restaurant" and immediately imagined myself face-first in a plate of waffles. But now I want to know when I can go! The unspoken promise of a breakfast buffet could be the reason I give Murray Street 137 a five-star rating.
The Quirky Observation That Got Me Thinking
I’m a sucker for a good view. The "Pool with view" part just made me want to grab a cocktail and lounge.
My Offer - Book Now (Here’s the Pitch!)
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Picture this: You're waking up in a soundproofed room (bliss!), the sun streaming through the gaps in the blackout curtains (snooze!), then, you head to the buffet! (YUM!) It's not just a place to sleep; it's a vibe.
- Unleash Your Inner Spa God/Goddess: Massages? Sauna? Steamroom? Go ahead, treat yourself, you deserve it!
- Stay Connected (and Sane): Free Wi-Fi throughout the guest house, because ain't nobody got time for a dead connection.
- Eatery Heaven: A la carte in restaurant, a poolside bar and international cuisine.
- Safety First (and Comfort Always): Cleanliness and safety are their priority!
- Amenities Galore: Get Airport transfer, plus all the other amenities!
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Okay, buckle up buttercup, because this isn't your perfectly-curated, Instagram-worthy travel log. This is the REAL DEAL. A gloriously messy, opinionated, and probably-crying-in-the-shower-at-some-point account of my stay at Murray Street 137 Guest House in Pretoria, South Africa. Prepare for a ride.
Pretoria Pilgrimage: An Itinerary (Or, How I Learned to Stop Worrying and Love the biltong)
Day 1: Arrival of the Overwhelmed Tourist (and the Bumpy Road to Bliss)
- 9:00 AM (ish) - The Cape Town to Johannesburg Shuffle: Okay, so I thought I was being clever and booked a connection through Johannesburg. HAH. Jokes on me. Flight delayed. Luggage woes. You know the drill. I'm pretty sure I saw a guy in the airport sporting a full-on leopard-print speedo over some jeans. South Africa, you're already wild.
- 1:00 PM (ish) - Landed (Finally!) and the Pretoria Dash: Found a (sketchy but functional) shuttle service to Pretoria. Pretoria! Sounds like a city from a sci-fi novel, right? The drive was…well, let's just say the driver had a lead foot and a penchant for blasting local radio that I think was advertising a miracle cure for everything.
- 3:00 PM - Murray Street 137: My Home for Now (And a Mild Panic Attack): Okay, this guest house is…charming. In a slightly frayed-at-the-edges kind of way. The photos online definitely had a LOT of Photoshop going on. My room is tiny, the wifi is erratic (a personal tragedy) and I think I can hear someone snoring from the other side of the wall. Already missing the fluffy pillows of home. BUT! There's a little veranda. And a pool! Maybe, just maybe, this is going to be alright.
- 4:00 PM - The Biltong Revelation: Went hunting for food. The streets are…lively. Found a little grocery store and got utterly seduced by the smell of biltong. I have never had biltong before. Now? I'm converted. It's like jerky’s sophisticated, sassy cousin. I ate like half a kilo. Regret? Zero.
- 7:00 PM - Dinner Disaster and a Moment of Truth: Tried to find a restaurant that didn't smell of deep-fried anything. Failed. Ended up in a place that looked like it hadn’t been updated since the 80s. The food was questionable (but the company was great, a fellow traveler who was similarly bewildered). Walked back through the streets, felt a little lost, and had a small, existential crisis about the fact that I’m literally thousands of miles from everyone I know. But the stars were beautiful tonight. And I still have that biltong…
Day 2: Museums, Monuments, and a Lesson in Patience (and Coffee)
- 8:00 AM - Coffee Quest and Breakfast Regret: The guest house breakfast was…adequate. The coffee, though? Weak. Really weak. I need to find a real coffee shop. Immediately. But first of all finding that great coffee shop felt nearly impossible.
- 9:30 AM - The Voortrekker Monument: A Monumental Undertaking: Okay, so the Voortrekker Monument is…intense. It's big. Really big. And full of symbolism about the history of the Boers. There was a very moving exhibit. The views from the top are amazing, though. And the history? Yeah…it’s complicated. I am grateful for the history lesson but I found myself more interested in the view.
- 12:00 PM - Lunch and a Lesson in South African Delights: Found a restaurant nestled away in the heart of Pretoria. Had a bobotie, a local dish. Not sure what half those spices where but the flavor was amazing. Delicious.
- 2:00 PM - Church Square Chaos and Historical Headaches: The streets were busy and the history was complicated. But the beautiful old buildings were nice to look at
- 4:00 PM - Relaxation Round: A Very Important Round: Took a big dip in the guest house pool. The water was colder than I expected but it was just what the doctor ordered to cool off after the day.
- 7:00 PM - Dinner (Success!) and the Promise of Tomorrow: Found an amazing restaurant that's been getting all the good reviews. Ordered something that had a name I couldn't pronounce, but it was delicious. Maybe, maybe, this Pretoria thing isn’t going to be a disaster after all. And tomorrow? I hear there's a fantastic farmers market…
Day 3: Farmers Markets, Wildlife, and Goodbye (or, At Least, Goodbye for Now)
- 9:00 AM - The Saturday Market: A Feast for the Senses: Okay, the farmers market was everything. Fresh produce, incredible smells, craft vendors, and more biltong (obviously). Seriously, I might have a problem. There were also people playing music which was wonderful.
- 11:30 AM - The Unexpected Connection: Met a lovely old woman at the market who makes homemade jams. We gabbed for ages, she told me about her life, her family, and the way things have changed in Pretoria. She made me feel…connected. And she gave me a jar of her Apricot and Ginger jam. That was a great thing.
- 1:00 PM - The Next Chapter: Time for my next destination. Packed up my small bag and said goodbye to the guest house and the little veranda I loved so much.
Reflections (and a Plea for Stronger Coffee)
Pretoria. It’s complicated. It’s beautiful. It’s chaotic. And it most definitely needs better coffee.
But in all seriousness, this trip was a jumble of highs and lows. I was happy to go and I’m grateful for the experience. It will give me something to think about.
Final Score:
- Biltong Consumption: Excessive. (No ragrets!)
- Potential for a Return Trip: Maybe. Depends on the coffee situation.
- Overall Emotional State: Exhausted but happy.
Okay, so "Unbelievable Murray Street" – is it really *that* unbelievable? Spill the tea, honestly.
Alright, alright, settle down. "Unbelievable" is, let's say, optimistic marketing. Was it *unbelievable* like, a unicorn showed up and offered me a free massage? No. But was it a damn good stay for the price? Absolutely. Imagine this: you arrive, knackered from the drive - or the flight, whatever - and the gate swings open with a slightly wonky hinge. Perfect start, actually. It sets the tone. Like, 'hey, you're not in a soulless chain hotel, you're in a place with *character*.' And the character, well, it's quirky. Think grandma’s house, but with a better Wi-Fi signal. Expect a bit of dust in the corners, a weird painting of, I swear, a cat wearing a monocle, and a constant, gentle hum of… life. I stayed there for a week. By the end, I was on a first-name basis with the resident dog, and I felt like I knew everyone. So, "unbelievable?" Maybe not. But definitely real. And sometimes, real is way better than perfect, you know?
What's the deal with the rooms? Are they all the same, or is it a lottery?
Rooms? Right. Okay, here’s the thing. They're not all carbon copies. It's like choosing your destiny from a box of chocolates (except instead of chocolate, it's… well, a room). Some are HUGE, some are cozy, some have tiny balconies you could barely swing a…well, you get the idea. I actually had to move rooms once. My first one, the "African Sunset Suite" (it had a view of part of a wall), was… well, let's just say the bathroom sink leaked. Like, perpetually. I flagged it up to the staff, and they were so apologetic! Super friendly. They moved me to this other room… the "Garden View Delight". And it *was* delightful! Overlooked a little patio – which, I've got to say, was also where the resident cat, Mr. Whiskers, went to have a snooze. So... Yeah its not the Ritz and there were a few scratches here and there, but the comfort level was a surprise.
Breakfast – the most important meal. How is it? Is it a highlight?
Breakfast, ah, the breakfast. It's... a *vibe*, let's just leave it at that. It's not a Michelin-star experience. Think hearty, home-cooked, and slightly unpredictable. You might get eggs, bacon, and toast, or you might get pap and something that vaguely resembles sausage. The coffee, however, is STRONG. Honestly, it could probably wake the dead. There was one morning where, and I'm not kidding, they had this *incredible* fruit salad. Mango, pineapple, the works. Seriously good. Another day? A rather rubbery omelet. It's the gamble that makes it fun! But the most important thing, is that every morning you where greeted with a smile. That alone, makes breakfast a highlight.
Okay, spill the beans. Any horror stories? Like, anything gone terribly wrong?
Horror stories? Hmm. Well, let's just say there was one night, a power outage. Totally unexpected, of course. Pretoria, sometimes, does its own thing with the power grid. But the thing is, they handled it *so* well. The staff, bless their hearts, ran around with candles, making sure everyone was okay. They put out gas lanterns. It felt more like a camping trip. It was actually kind of charming... once my phone got enough battery to charge the lantern. Also, Mr. Whiskers, he *thought* the lights were a great idea, and started chasing shadows on the wall everywhere as his hunting game. So, "terribly wrong?" No. "Slightly inconvenient and memorably quirky?" Absolutely. It's the kind of story you tell later, laughing.
Location, location, location! How's the neighborhood? Is it safe?
Around Murray Street? The location is actually pretty decent, once you get your bearings. It's close enough to the city center to be convenient, but far enough out that you don't feel like you're in a total concrete jungle. Safety-wise, it’s like anywhere else – be aware of your surroundings, don't flash expensive stuff, and be street smart. The guest house itself has good security – gates, that sort of thing. I walked around during the day and felt okay; at night I took a cab or an Uber. It is as safe as any city neighbourhood. But the staff gave me a lot of tips on navigating around.
Anything else I should know? Any hidden gems or secrets about the place?
Okay, here's the insider scoop. Firstly, the staff. Seriously, they're the best. Ask them for restaurant recommendations – they know the good spots. Secondly, the garden. Take an hour to sit there, especially in the evening. It's a perfect oasis, even if the sprinklers occasionally go off unexpectedly (it happened to me, true story). Thirdly… oh! The wifi. It cuts out sometimes. Be prepared. Download your Netflix beforehand. And finally, embrace the imperfections. It's not the Hilton. But it's welcoming, quirky, and it'll probably stay in your memory long after you've checked out. Think of it more as a friend's house than a hotel. The best part is, you don’t have to make your own bed; so, just chill.
Would you go back? Be honest!
Absolutely. Without a doubt. I’d return in a heartbeat. Despite the leaking sink (and the sketchy Wi-Fi, and the slight dust problem), I had a great time. It’s the kind of place that grows on you. It’s not glamorous, it’s not perfect, but it’s genuine. And sometimes, that’s exactly what you need. Plus, I'm secretly hoping Mr. Whiskers has a kitten. I'd happily volunteer to babysit.
