I don’t like Durban

Ok to be fair, it is gorgeous and the warm water is lovely. Durban didn’t do anything to me.

But it has become one of those places you associate with a shit time/event/feeling. You know? When a song reminds you something you simply skip it on your playlist and move on. Durban has now become the place I want to avoid because of the way it makes me feel.



I have been putting off sharing anything about my trip to the East Coast for a few months now. When I boxed myself in under the label “travel blogger” I felt as if I had a standard to uphold. I had to write about where I stayed, what we ate, what we filled our days with. But in all honesty, I was miserable there. It instantly reminded of the first time we were there. It was 2010. It was soon after everything changed and I try REALLY hard not to remember all the details I do.

Being Capetownian, the icy cold water instantly feels like home. It reminds me of walks on the beach with friends in mid-summer and we couldn’t feel our feet. Memories flood back of ice-cream on the windy beach with my brother.

When the warm water washes over my feet it feels…wrong. It’s as if I am not supposed to be there.

I delayed writing anything. At one point I deleted most of the photos and all the notes too. I felt like a failure for hating a destination. I felt like a fraud travel blogger wanting to pretend I was never there for no other reasons than personal ones. In all honesty the accommodation was divine, the food was great and I even quickly got to meet the gorgeous Kerry from Kandidly Kerry 

The truth is not every destination is going to be epic. It might have spectacular sunsets but it might also make you incredibly sad. It is ok to not always fit into the “travel writer” box.

I don’t like Durban. Not because of the lack of staff at the Netcare, not because of the crazy amount of speed traps, not even because of the hellhole that is Gateway Mall. But because it reminds me of losing things.

Sometimes all you get from a trip is a few good Instagrams and a bit of perspective.


We float on the river of time
Hold steady, hold steady
The sea comes cause the summer forced out the clod
The boat fought the change of the tides
Hold steady, hold steady
Storm for hours, and rainy days



  • Kerry

    Well there go all my hopes and dreams of seeing you on the daily.
    As they say, there’s no place like home.
    I loved this post even though I don’t love that you didn’t love it here because it is your story and that’s what a blog is all about.
    Sending you soooo many squishy, cuddly hugs

    August 10, 2018 - 4:43 am Reply
  • Tech Girl

    This resonated so much with me. I also dislike Durban and not for any “Durban” reason. I just don’t think the memories there are good at all. Nice to know I’m not alone.

    August 10, 2018 - 7:52 am Reply
    • greenlydia

      Thank you for telling me I’m not alone. I want to like it. But I just don’t.

      August 10, 2018 - 4:47 pm Reply
  • Black Girls Write

    I get you. It’s not a bad place, it’s just not a good place for you. I’m from Durban and I find Cape Town awful. It has so many things that I enjoy, like the art galleries and the wine farms, but so much about being here feels wrong. The wind blows too hard, the water is too cold, the people don’t greet, the restaurants are overpriced and the shops close too early. Cape Town, for me, is also a sad reminder of how crappy it is to be a person of colour in South Africa. The second you land at the airport, you see hundreds and maybe thousands of shacks spread across the land, but as soon as you reach the city, you’re forced to forget about all of that because the beautiful parts are really beautiful. It’s shocking. There are so many homeless people in the city too. It was like this in 2010 when I first came to Cape Town, and it is still like this now. The margin between rich and poor is so wide in Cape Town, it makes you wonder where all the money made from tourism goes. Oh, and can we just talk about how expensive parking is here!!! Bro, in Cape Town, you pay to breathe.

    August 11, 2018 - 8:34 pm Reply
    • greenlydia

      i am so happy to learn I am not alone. Perhaps when you are born on one coast the others just feel wrong? I have to agree, parking in Cape Town is so next level you might as well be paying to park on the moon.

      August 13, 2018 - 7:22 am Reply

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