Let’s assume you read part 1 of my guide and you are landing on a Saturday afternoon in Cape Town to start your journey. Here’s your daily schedule:

What happens when you decide to try your luck on a Saturday night and pop into a trendy restaurant without reservations? Correct, most probably you will you end up walking the streets after 10pm and eating some nasty trash food next to some drunk teenagers and a guy begging for your change. But on rare occasions while aimlessly wandering the streets you land a lucky punch and find a hidden gem.

A couple of years after a certain Columbus had discovered the Virgin Islands, I finally discovered it also for myself. Although won’t need to spend months on a boat fighting scurvy or mutinies it is still an adventure to reach (or as in my case leave) the island. But in any event it will be worth your while; I promise.

For the second year in a row I have been invited to one of the most prestigious events in Zurich; the Piaget Polo Open 2015. More sophisticated characters may question the reasoning for the invitation to such an illustrious group. Me? I do not care for one second if I got the invitation by mistake or not, I just look forward to a fun afternoon with a delicious catering, action on the field and free food.

What do you do when you have tasted every possible Gin on the market? Usually you enroll into a rehab clinic and share a room with Charlie Sheen or even better;  you produce your own Gin and try to sell it to Mr. Tiger Blood and his pals.

 

In a world where people tag photos of a candy bar from Walmart with hastags such as  #foodporn and #foodgasm it is difficult to find a new expression to explain what was going on in my mouth during the dinner at Ohka.