Durban Ricksha Bus. Human language shall never capture the uniqueness of the experience nor the hours of delight it gave us for the remainder of the trip.
After Cathy’s timely arrival to our party, we had 24 hours remaining to enjoy our coastal retreat, which we attempted to do with aplomb: early morning surfing (a success this time!), a lengthy post-surfing run along the promenade, and a tour de force of the greater city since Cathy had not been able to explore alongside us.
Ricksha advertises three hours of sightseeing and learning about such major Durban attractions as the Promenade, uShaka Marine World, Victoria Market, City Hall, the newly-constructed Moses Mabhida Stadium, and Suncoast Casino.
The wealth of information provided about these highlights includes a list of souvenir offerings, prices of admission, and style of architecture. It does not include mention of history, importance, or indication of benefit to Durbanites.
What is not advertised, however, are the many luxury hotels that will be pointed out along your tour (each offering “excellent services and facilities to the public“), the golf courses where mid-status regional golfers come occasionally, a prep school for affluent high school boys, views of the highway, various restaurants along the fabled Florida Street, and assorted trees, flowers, and obscure buildings identified only by their colour with no supporting detail of importance.
Most unforgettable was our 45-minute refreshment break at a decrepit shopping mall tucked away in suburbia at which point we debated forgetting to return to the bus at the expected time…