EMILY MOON RIVER LODGE
Accommodation Services in Plettenberg Bay

The hotel is filled with the treasures they have collected from their travels all over Africa, Asia and Polynesia. Most of their rare finds are destined for Amatuli Artefacts, their eclectic trading store in Johannesburg but some find a home at the Emily Moon River Lodge. This luxurious boutique hotel is managed by Alex Olivier and his wife Candice, who maintain the impeccable standards and the warm, welcoming ambience that attracts visitors from all over the world. With the most beautiful beaches in South Africa, a sophisticated nightlife and restaurants to satisfy the most discerning of foodies, it is a jewel in the Garden Route’s crown. With a backdrop of forests, mountains and river valleys, it offers a myriad of sporting and cultural activities and is in close proximity to the Plett Winelands. Emily Moon River Lodge is within easy reach of Plettenberg Bay (7.1 kms) Your suite is ready and waiting. The rugged shores of Africa emerged from the early morning mist. Harry stood on the aft deck of the East Indiaman Trader, taking a first look at the mysterious place he would call home. Why did he feel such a strong familiarity for this strange, legendary continent? Any doubts or misgivings for this new life he had chosen evaporated. At that moment, he experienced the stirring of a fire that would rage in his belly for the next 40 years. Harry quickly set about clumsily greeting the small group of village elders who had gathered on the beach to welcome the landing party. He spent an exhausting two days unloading the precious cargo of beads, raw textiles and mild steel, destined for the trading towns of east Africa. Having covered his commitment to the captain, Harry and his new friend and guide, Tiki, disappeared into the vastness of Africa, without so much as a backward glance, to seek their own fame and fortune. 42 years later, Harry sat pondering his life, comfortable in the warm sun on the banks of the Bitou River. Only two thoughts crossed his mind, could he have finally discovered a place fit to settle, and where was Emily? He was reclining on the rooftop balcony of Emerson’s Hotel and Bar, in Stone Town, Zanzibar. An ice-cold tucker washing away the dust from his parched throat, the last hunt in the Rafiki Delta fresh in his mind, when he heard Emily scream. Not a regular ladylike scream, but one of pure frustration and anger. As he rounded the corner he saw Emily for the first time, hanging onto to her satchel determinedly, the robed thief trying to wrest it from her with just as much vigor. Seeing Harry, the thief took off dropping the bag and spilling all of Emily’s precious watercolor paintings and beloved camera onto the cobblestone path. Instantaneously, they both stooped down to collect the valuable artwork, Emily brushed off Harry’s helping hand, stood up and announced what she really needed was a drink! There, Emily and Harry began a passionate, African love affair, each going their own way for long periods of time, but somehow always finding each other in the vastness of the continent, resuming their romance exactly where it had left off. Tiki’s cry from above the embankment stirred Harry from his daydream.