O, wonder! How many goodly creatures are there here! How beauteous mankind is! O, handmade clay bricks! O, 120,000 terracotta ones! O, how they blend into the rouged Kalahari sands! Ok, we've stopped. This place wasn't founded by a Shakespearean clown but it is unique, it is red and it is the product of two artists. There's a red floor inside too and hand-painted porcupines. O glorious quill pig! No joke. That's the Latin name. Shame. Useless bit of trivia, 'The Porcupine', was the name for Eningu when it first opened in 1994.

9 rooms. There are doubles, triples and a family room which can sleep up to 4. They all have en-suite bathrooms with showers, ceiling fans and desks.

It's all rather artily decorated. Not that that's a word but it does convey the stench of creativity. There are sculptures and art works, hand painted floors and antique furniture.

Think red, red, red. Or terracotta. Some say the tiles are maroon? Hmm. Shades to muse on. Most of the rooms are set up in pairs in low buildings with heavy thatched roofs. Some share a porch. There's a ceiling fan for summer, an electric wall heater for winter.

There's a recycled vibe too with old pipes used as towel rails and mirrors with tin-can surrounds. It's all pretty eclectic. One room has a small, triangular table suspended between three branches which houses the tea and coffee-making facilities. Cool.

The family room is much larger than the other rooms and is more private. It has its own sitting room and a small garden area with hammocks.