Day 4: Durban / Day 5: Travel to PE

We have been driving to Port Elizabeth since 7:45am. It is now 11:32pm and we just arrived at the hostel. Another long day of traveling. We had a couple free days though, which was nice. I'm going to tell you about our second day in Durban.

Mark gave me the bright idea of writing the blog for "Day 4: Durban" during the drive by actually making fun of me. He said, in a sarcastic tone, "You could be writing the blog right now if you didn't only have ten percent battery life left on your phone" (I wasn't able to charge my phone last night at the hostel). But since I'm so tech savvy with my knowledge of gigabytes and such I responded with, "I could just write the blog out on your iPod's notes app and email it to myself when we get to the next hostel". Chew on that for a while, Mark.

Our second day in Durban was a little more interesting than the first.

We went to a church service that morning with Tinus and Meisie. The minister hit home when he talked about not letting your emotional state be swayed by circumstance. God doesn't want that for you. The minister also spoke about smiling more, laughing more, and living more. This trip with Mark and Kyle has really helped with that. It's been an awesome few days with these guys.

During lunch, I talked with Tinus and found that it would be easier for us to go back into Durban from Tongaat (where we were staying) and stay at a hostel that night instead of having to be dropped off at the BAZ Bus stop that next morning. As easy as this sounded, we had a bit of a task ahead of us.

We headed back to Durban in style this time...sitting on some crates in the back of a two-seater truck. Timba and Wiseman, our new friends, were in the cab. It was a great time! We got some great footage as well. We had a bit of a rap battle, the usual spooofin' and goofin', and just plain ol' fun. After speeding down the freeway, wind in our hair, and driving through some back roads, we got to the hostel we planned to stay at, but we had an issue...
(We also saw a monkey nearly become the victim of a hit and run... Almost. -Kyle)

No room. We found where the next closest hostel was, hopped in the truck and went. With our fingers crossed this time, Mark asked if they had any room. Nope. We asked them where the nearest place was and went. Once again, no room. We began to lose hope. Luckily, Mark remembered his list of hostels that he had in his backpack. We called around and finally found one. Hippo Hide. Timba and Wiseman were kind enough to take us there as well. They're awesome. The place was nice and super cool looking, but the service could have been a lot better. The lady who ran the place didn't seem to care and it bummed us out.

After we got settled in the dorm, we took a taxi to the beachfront to hang out for a while. Skating up and down the beachfront was fun and relaxing. We grabbed some dinner next to the ocean and just talked. Afterwards we skated back down to the North Beach skatepark, had a little mini skate session, and took a taxi back to the hostel.

Back at the hostel, we took advantage of the cool hangout spots and picked a little balcony to chill on for the night. A little later we headed to bed.

Today has just been a long day of traveling. Mark will tell you about it.

Nevermind, he was just kidding.

Today we:
-Drove a lot.
-Stopped a lot.
-Found peanut butter.
-Saw a cliff that early tribes used to throw people off of as an execution tactic.
-Saw Nelson Mandela's house.
-Drove some more.

P.S. Being on a bus ride this long, we realized that Mitch Bertrum was the last person we talked to while in the states.
(If we die tonight, he should get to speak out our funeral or something- Kyle).