This has to be one of the bleakest places in the world. I spent six years, or, more accurately, wasted six years of my life in Scotland and couldn't wait to get away partly because of the inhuman weather, bleak scenery and constant drizzle.
Terrace Bay is like that .
While the staff are friendly enough they are, however, useless when it comes to organising and serving a set meal. The meal is (if memory serves) available from 7 o'clock. There couldn't have been more than 40 people but three servers couldn't get their act together to serve us in less than two hours.
I'd have cooked it from scratch and served 40 people myself in under two hours.
Some of the guests were reduced to simply walking into the kitchen and helping themselves to the already cooked food. That's what's so galling. It's already cooked. It's a set meal. It just needs putting on a plate and bringing out.
Made worse by having time to read all the nonsense people have written on the walls of the dining room about how it's a 'beautiful place' and 'proof of God's existence'. If anything it is proof of Satan's existence. Why does everybody think they're a poet in these places when most of them clearly haven't written more than a postcard since leaving school?
The accommodation is basic and not particularly expensive and I'd have entered into the spirit of isolated bleakness were it not for being starved for two hours for no reason other than utter incompetence.
The drive down from Terrace Bay to Swakopmund is worth it though. Past all those shipwrecks (signed from the road) and the incredible seal sanctuary at Cape Cross. Don't forget to stop and show your kids the massive salt crystals forming as trapped seawater evaporates. Ionic bonding doncha know.
I'd have bought the T-Shirt but then I'd be advertising the place and, frankly, it doesn't deserve to be advertised.
You can get a fill of petrol though so no need to panic if you're running low.
- Also Known As:
- Terrace Bay Hotel Skeleton Coast Park
- NWR Terrace Bay Resort Namibia/Skeleton Coast Park