The Wild Coast
Nothing had really prepared me for how beautiful South Africa is. All of the preconceived notions tend to list Africa (the entire continent) as one big desert. But as soon as the sun came up on our over night train ride from Johannesburg to Durban, I could see the lush hill sides that form the Transkei along South Africa's East Coast.
After a couple of uneventful nights in Durban, Ronit and I headed down to Port St. John, a quiet little town right on the Indian Ocean. The ride down was harrowing. Drivers in South Africa will use all three lanes of a highway, even if two of them don't belong to him. Not to worry, we had our non-existent seat belts fastened tight. But once we arrived to Port St. John, the relaxed atmosphere of the local people soothed our nerves.
Our first night in Port St. Johns was clear and
the stars were abundant when
we retired to the bar. After a few beers we heard a clap of thunder
and a loud rain started pelting the tin roof of the bar. Our bar tender
and new friend Dave turned to us with a mischievous grin and said, "Welcome
to the Wild Coast."
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