The sea
state caused the ship to move about throughout the night with accompanying
noises. We awoke to find that wind and
wave had combined to put us over two hours behind our scheduled arrival in
Durban. The upside of this was that we
could begin the day at a leisurely pace.
When it
came time to take a pilot on board to help navigate the ship into the harbor,
he arrived by helicopter. Durban is such
a busy port and the seas outside it frequently so rough that often dropping off and
picking up pilots in this manner is both safer and more efficient.
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Check out the guy in the lower-left picture standing in the only
shady spot on the whole pier.
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Another
day, another cultural experience. This
time it was to see a Zulu village. We
were hopeful that it would be as good as yesterday’s visit to a Xhosa village. It
was not. It was not even close. It was not even close to being not even
close. If fact, arguable the best part
of the tour was the bus ride to the village.
As we
rolled through the city we passed a bridge to nowhere; an unfinished public
works project that stalled never to restart.
What at first appeared to be a homeless encampment on the span proved to
be a market for natural medicines.
We
climbed up into the hills arriving at the village located in the Valley of a Thousand Hills. The village was in
reality not a village, but Phezulu Safari Camp.
It was a tourist trap. The show
was performed mechanically and the reptile exhibit was mostly a yawn although
some of the crocodiles were impressive. Further
comment eludes me, so I will add some pictures and call it quits on sharing our
tour experience.
At dinner on the stern of the ship
this evening we saw a spectacular lightning storm, including bolts running
horizontally across the sky.
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