Indeed. They've always been there. I recall seeing them (or their ancestors, more likely) in the then RoyalWing lounge decades ago.

I've always been a big fan of these intrepid, crafty, enterprising and really cute little mice. In the lounge, that is. Any mouse who visits me at home can look forward to an early demise.

I had lunch on the terrace of the JNB Intercontinental a few weeks ago, where I was joined by a mouse that scurried around under the table looking for scraps. It obviously had its ambitious eyes on the far more delectable selection on the table itself, but had a hard time finding a discreet route up. After coming to the conclusion that my legs were not after all the best scaling ladders ever invented, it had to concede defeat.

TK's IST lounge, to which KL's offerings cannot hold a candle, may or may not harbor mice, but it certainly has its very own flock of house sparrows. Come daybreak they all start chirping and flying around amongst the numerous potted plants and trees. Hygienic their presence is not, but it does endow the lounge with a certain bucolic charm.

Johan