Another day closer...
Since I missed my bus yesterday (and by missed I mean the guy took down the wrong phone number, called the wrong person to confirm my bookings, cancelled my booking unbeknownst to me)....where was I? Oh yeah, an extra 24 hours in Durban so I thought I would give the quick update.
My first few days in Durban I spent with the dazzling Liz. We went on many walks and consumed many a tasty treats. We both saw the whale quite a ways off the shoreline, popping out of the water and disappearing again with only spray from its blowhole to confirm its continued presence. What a tease. It may have been the salty breeze but tears welled up and a brief sense of calm swept over me and disappeared again with a strong gust. Umhlanga beach itself is quite built up but at the end of the brick path is a retreat into quieter woods that buffered a nature reserve. On our second day on this gem of a trail, we saw a small duiker and two guinea fowl. Then the rock pools, oh my word the rock pools! One could spend endless amounts of the day discovering the mass number of species inhabiting each small pool. An array of blues, pinks, and greens dapple these micro ecosystems.
I did meander through the UShaka Maine World as well. Modeled after a mysterious ship wreck, the aquarium makes you feel as if you're exploring the depths of the ocean. They even pump in saltwater from the ocean to fill their tanks. My main interest was to see the sharks. One perk to visiting these places on my own is that I could sit in front of the shark tank as long as I desired, where I contemplated my conservation path. Most of my explorations have been in elevations way above sea level. Going below sea level is a scintillating thought.
Saturday was Liz's birthday braai. I finally met Saffi, who currently lives in Cape Town. And ate Sue's infamous chocolate ecclairs. Congratulations on the engagement Liz and Saffi!!
After the braai, the Cox's and I went to a rugby match. Some nice woman gave us one of her extra tickets. People can be so lovely.
Which brings me to my missed bus yesterday afternoon. The Drakensburg mountains are calling, and I must go. I am sad to have one less day to spend in Lesotho but grateful for the Cox's hospitality and Rodolphe's patience and general awesomeness in waiting at the backpacker near Underberg for me.
One day closer to England!
My first few days in Durban I spent with the dazzling Liz. We went on many walks and consumed many a tasty treats. We both saw the whale quite a ways off the shoreline, popping out of the water and disappearing again with only spray from its blowhole to confirm its continued presence. What a tease. It may have been the salty breeze but tears welled up and a brief sense of calm swept over me and disappeared again with a strong gust. Umhlanga beach itself is quite built up but at the end of the brick path is a retreat into quieter woods that buffered a nature reserve. On our second day on this gem of a trail, we saw a small duiker and two guinea fowl. Then the rock pools, oh my word the rock pools! One could spend endless amounts of the day discovering the mass number of species inhabiting each small pool. An array of blues, pinks, and greens dapple these micro ecosystems.
I did meander through the UShaka Maine World as well. Modeled after a mysterious ship wreck, the aquarium makes you feel as if you're exploring the depths of the ocean. They even pump in saltwater from the ocean to fill their tanks. My main interest was to see the sharks. One perk to visiting these places on my own is that I could sit in front of the shark tank as long as I desired, where I contemplated my conservation path. Most of my explorations have been in elevations way above sea level. Going below sea level is a scintillating thought.
Saturday was Liz's birthday braai. I finally met Saffi, who currently lives in Cape Town. And ate Sue's infamous chocolate ecclairs. Congratulations on the engagement Liz and Saffi!!
After the braai, the Cox's and I went to a rugby match. Some nice woman gave us one of her extra tickets. People can be so lovely.
Which brings me to my missed bus yesterday afternoon. The Drakensburg mountains are calling, and I must go. I am sad to have one less day to spend in Lesotho but grateful for the Cox's hospitality and Rodolphe's patience and general awesomeness in waiting at the backpacker near Underberg for me.
One day closer to England!
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