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Travel Blogs from Durban
A big regret for me this week was that I did not get to see my new friend Robbie, a very brave young man who is undergoing treatment for leukemia. He is unfortunately in isolation at the present and unable to have visitors but I did want to show him my new roof top tent and take him for a ride in the Toyota. So get well soon mate and I will catch you next time I am in Durban.
One thing we did fit in was a trip to the Oyster Box hotel for the yummy high tea it was ...
After that we were led to one more stop to watch the Zulu dance, which was a combination of traditional dances and a little play showing how a boy meets a girl and asks her to love him and when she finally agrees he will go to the witch doctor and she Will check "the bones" to let the boy know if the girl will marry and how many babies she will have, which is important especially if you are going to have daughters because to marry ...
... the village buildings. The buildings are a mix of square modern looking buildings and traditional round mud huts. Men can have more than one wife if their first wife agrees and usually the elders live in the most modern house with other family members spread out in the huts that surround it. Each wife would have a different hut. It was getting very hot as we reached the buildings we would be introduced to. Chickens and cows roamed about and we learnt that ...
... Wow, thanks for listening. It was wonderful to relive my time at the lodge
and to finally get it all down. I am already home (well actually
right now I'm on a ferry back to the island from Saturna Island), but
it is important to me to complete my journey in writing as well and I
am trying to wrap this travelpod up before my intensive residency
starts on Monday. So I will fill you in on the final six weeks of my
trip and then I'll wrap it ...
... evening tipple, and if at this point my personal champion had waded in out-numbered, out-classed and out-telekinecitised but bound by an unbreakable street pact that left him no choice but to defend my car to the death. If this could somehow be verified upon my return, then I may be a little more willing to engage in the mandatory banal banter concerning my choice of car parking spot or indeed my choice of car. If I had some way ...