Durban Day 2

We woke up early on our second day in Durban to sunshine! It was sunny and warm and lovely so we took a walk on the boardwalk, checked out some hot surfer men and indulged in a greasy Wimpy burger and fries for breakfast...'cause that's just how we roll. And then, we reluctantly got into our bikinis and headed to the beach for some tanning. The beach was full of all kinds of people having a great time - tourists, (hot) surfer men, families and locals (some even enjoying a swim in their underwear). At one point we witnessed a baptism taking place in the ocean...actually, more of an attempted baptism , as the entire group kept getting taken out by the large, crashing waves.

That night had quite possibly the most beautiful moon I have ever seen and I seriously fell deep in love with the city of Durban. Our room had windows that opened up wide and we were able to take in the big, gorgeous winter moon and the Indian Ocean while a warm breeze blew in and a blues band played below. Sigh. An unbelievably sexy night and Melissa and I both agreed that it was a major shame that we were there together...and not with someone else.

We then decided we would hit the town that night. After spending a week in a hoodie and jeans, without a hair dryer, it felt good to clean up a bit. So we walked down to the casino complex to grab dinner and watch the USA vs Ghana game. Things started off really well with the bartender giving us free drinks - a cotton candy mojito for me and a mojito for Melissa. Yay for us.We had a nice bottle of wine and delicious steaks, but over dinner I noticed something weird was going on at the tables next to us. We had been seated next to a group of Brazilian tourists - mostly men - who were obviously in town for the World Cup. There was about 60 of them seated at three long tables. Some of them kept staring at us - but when they took a photo of us, I thought it was a bit strange. Suddenly their driver, an African guy who spoke English, came over to our table to ask who we were. Again, weird. He explained that the Brazilians thought we were celebrities. ** Let me pause by saying I absolutely realize how completely ridiculous this story is. Seriously, weird and ridiculous.** So, we nervously laughed and said we were just regular girls from Canada. He returned to his group, but I am not sure what he told them because suddenly they all started lining up to have their photo taken with us!! Flashes started to go off in my face. Strange men were kissing my cheek and putting their arms around me. Some woman thrust her twelve year old son at me for a photo of a kiss on the cheek before squeezing in for a photo herself. After about 45 minutes, they finally left us alone, though we were informed by their driver that they were staying at our hotel. Crap. 

What the f*ck!? I like to think I live a pretty interesting life, but this was even weird by my standards. Our faces must be all over Facebook Brazil. So weird.

Once they were gone, we chilled out and ordered dessert and met some nice Portuguese men who had a drink with us before we hit the casino. I failed miserably at both Roulette and Black Jack before we walked back to the hotel...where, no joke, 4 Brazilians were waiting for us in the lobby.