Holibobs (Part 2)
Rubbish collecting day in the part of Durban that I’m staying in is on Monday, and so as in England everyone leaves their black bagged rubbish out the front of their house to be collected.
What you don’t get back home though is people who then patrol the local neighbourhood, waiting for the rubbish to be put out, so that they can then open up the bags, spill the contents out on to the side and go through it all looking for something that still might be worth something to them. I thought I’d see a lots of major and minor eye-opening things when out here last year, but this was a new one on me.
Also, I’ve totally got used to travelling everywhere by car now – so was quite surprised this evening when my girlfriend suggested popping down to the local store (5 minutes walk, 30 seconds drive away) on foot. Usually, they drive absolutely everywhere just to be safe.
“Yes, but we’ll take the dog for a walk at the same time, and that way no one will bother us” and indeed, no one did. “Would you have done this walk in the daytime without the dog?” I asked. “Nope” she simply replied. Draw your own conclusions.





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