Protea Hotel Mahikeng

The staff were great and very helpful although do seem to be constantly training new recruits. Generally you feel relaxed. Food isn't great but its not bad either. It is the best hotel in the town but does not feel like a top class Protea. More like a corporate driven entity rather than a unique experience - quite impersonal.

From the Security personnel at the gate to the front desk personnel, everyone is very friendly and willing to help,... They have a fast and stable wifi connection,.. My room pictures about Mafikeng's history, it was enlightening and informative,...

Compared to the protea in Klerksdorp this one is 10/10. The staff were brilliant from reception to the dining room (the only improvement i can suggest is the security guards outside- their energy should match the inside staff). The room was immaculate, cozy and clean. I booked there for two nights and both I ordered room service the food was great and get this they had different room service menu for each night. Same with breakfast they had different menu each day and the food was always on point I.e. fresh and delicious All in all I really loved everything about my stay at this hotel. It's the little things that makes a great stay like how they would do check up calls to the room each day to ensure your room was up to standard.

All good thank you

We were in Mafikeng for a weekend. Stayed at the hotel for two days just when travel started again after the pandemic. The hotel is on the main highway to Botswana. The breakfast was good and the amenities were fine. The staff was also friendly and well trained. They are restaurants and a mall nearby. Would recommend it for anyone who may be in the area.

If you have low expectations and time on your hands, you will strike gold (possibly platinum) with a visit to the Mahikeng Protea hotel restaurant. The single bottle of wine for the table took so long that the thought struck me that the poor waiter had been dispatched to Stellenbosch by three legged donkey to get it. On his return from van der Stel’s encampment and somewhere between our table and the place where orders are ‘punched in’, the hapless rider of the tri-limbed mule was accosted by highwaymen, who robbed him, cruelly stealing pages from the book where he had so diligently noted our orders. Evidence of the robbery manifested itself when the sauces and sides ordered at the start appeared as we drew our cutlery together signaling the end of a meal so bland grown men sobbed as they recalled similar meals they’d enjoyed at the Siege of Mafeking. The same signal heralded a realization that one entire order had remained in the starting blocks like a deaf sprinter who couldn’t hear the gun. The game here needs upping very badly. Very badly.