I love Natal for its sea water which is as warm and inviting (if not a tad wild) as the local women whose appearance and friendliness one can have no choice but to greatly approve of.
My apartment was a few meters from the sea and fulfilled my wildest expectations, the view beyond belief, the cost being affordable even to a cash-strapped traveler - nothing beats being lulled to sleep by the sound of the waves., or an early morning jog before sunrise, but we folk who don’t live next to the sea Do appreciate this more than the rest.
…After several visits here in the past I still hadn’t gotten a handle around the place and I desperately wanted to remedy that so a visit to relatives and acquaintances in Wentworth (formerly a Coloured township) seemed perfectly in order - Wentworth has two sides, a bad side and a nice side - my destination was the bad side, Woodstock they call it, if memory serves me well - no sidewalks/pavement to talk about, on each side little rooms that have been divided and subdivided to their extreme limit and residents who follow your every movement with sideways unwelcoming glances (to put it mildly) - my host tells me that he got his room by simply peering through the window, seeing that nobody was home, booting the door in and turning the place into his home (where he now lives out the all his days with his 4 kids watching tv and drawing a disability grant from the government, this is a young able-bodied male).
I hear of a man who stabbed his wife 38 times right in front of policemen at the police station in Wentworth who then handed himself in, he got 15 years but was out soon thereafter for good behavior. The same day he was released he went to settle a long-standing dispute carrying a bush knife and a pocket knife, he is back in prison. The flats of Wentworth are no place to raise kids is about all I can say about that place.
If you ask me what’s the cause of such hopelessness I can answer that in one word: Laziness.
So you guessed it, I’m back from an awesome week in Natal, what a place! It almost defies any description, but the Inequality and class differences!!! The walls between people are as high as those in hell - Wtf is going on people?, Joburg and Cape Town are bad in this regard but nowhere is it more stark than in Natal - - a walk up Albert Rd in Amanzimtoti reveals real estate second to none in terms of size and greenery, lush green trees of all shapes & sizes line driveways as long as the eyes can see until they get to the main house with its high Roman-style pillars that reach to the heavens, standing in the road outside those houses I can even smell the money - a single road divides this Toti Central from the abject poverty in a township nearby which is literally built on a steep cliff - People pass each other as if nobody but them exist - the architects of apartheid are smiling in their graves, this is exactly what they’d set out to do with their policies, they’ve succeeded far beyond their wildest imagination - old money owns 99% of all the high-rise apartment blocks, businesses and residential properties but there is a % of new money here and there, Bee types, Coloureds, Indians and Blacks, as stuck-up and as arrogant as hell! The type who truly believe they sh*t ice-cream, probably the ones who do the least towards making South Africa a better place to live in.
Be that as it may, Durban’s north and south beaches are second to none, whether you like the party scene in Rivonia Road, Morningside or family time at Anstey’s beach, there’s something for everyone as segregated as the people and the place still remain.