The Durban Club

A close family friend invited my father and to lunch at the Durban Club, the self declared final bastion of the British Empire. It's an exclusive men's club located in downtown Durban. The club has been operating since 1861, and has been in the current building since 1903.

Arnold is my sister Joanne's father-in-law. He and my father have been doing business together since long before Joanne and Simon ever met, and now have the pleasure of having their children married to each other.


Head waiter Dennis Zondo, chef Khanyisile Mhlongo, and waiter Bernard Khuzwayo






My host, Arnold Taylor

Around Durban

I've spent the last week getting my bearings in Durban.  I lost my wallet on the way in, and had to order a new VISA card from Montreal, which should be arriving soon.  I've also bought myself a little car, so I'm almost ready to hit the road.

Yesterday, my Dad and I went for a walk along the Durban beachfront.  Half of Zululand seemed to be down there enjoying the surf, and we were the only two white guys who didn't look like they were trying to score some methamphetamine.  Quite the experience.




Umhlanga Rocks is a popular resort area just north of Durban that has a famous lighthouse, a fantastic beach, and great fishing.