Thursday, February 10, 2011

Hakuna Matata


On Friday we decided to go and check out the Indian Market.  The area is extremely poor and every vender wants you to come and take a look at what they have.  They would  do anything for our business. My favorite vendors were the ones who were selling fruit.   The fruit is delicious because they pick it fresh every morning.  After shopping around the market we went to the biggest Musk in South Africa.  They were having a mass so we did not stay long.  After the Musk some of our group went to the botanical garden.  Since we are students we all got in for free.  We all love free things!  The main street we were staying off of in Durbin was having a street party that night so we went and walked around for a while.  Every restaurant had a few hours wait that night besides one Greek restaurant.  What does an empty restaurant sound like on a Friday night?  Not a good idea, but with 24 hungry tourists we thought we would give them the benefit of the doubt and supply them with some business.  Horrible idea (maybe the worst idea we made all five days  while staying in Durban).  It was one of those restaurants that you know are completely flustered when they have never seen 24 people at once in their place.  I bet one of the guys in our group a beer that they would make three mistakes.  He guessed 5, ended up being 8 so Pim won a beer.  With all the frustration from our dinner, we decided we needed to find a club. 

While waiting for out cab we decided to start shot gunning beers to start the night.  We were feeling good and it was time to head to the club.  The cab ride could have been my favorite part of the night. All of the drivers were racing to the club.  My car won, and I knew the night was going to be great.  While at the club I met some African girls and they were trying to teach me how to dance. Picture this… Caitlin dancing on a tree with a few girls saying, “girl act like the tree is your husband.” This was an Epic night at club Cool Runnings.  

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