Inner City Pressure
After a week of patiently waiting for the weather to clear in the Drakensberg without much luck, i headed back to the coast to celebrate my Aunt Hilda’s Hundredth Birthday and pay a visit to Durban.
After a lunch with my Aunt and some family i knew and some i didn’t, i headed to Durban and checked in at the Happy Hippo, with plans to hot-foot it back to the Berg the next day. Not so. I ended up staying two nights and doing a little bit of the tourist experience Durban has to offer.
The Happy Hippo is how all hostels in a city should be, housed in a warehouse, with epic decor, spacious and comfortable, exposed beamed ceilings and industrial light fittings, well equipped kitchens and friendly staff to settle you in and sort your days.
Doubles, En Suites and Dorms surround communal spaces filled with eating areas and comfy couches allowing you your own space or the chance to swap tales and advice about your next destinations.
The roof top bar was being renovated but promises to be an epic place to sink a few beers and get your party on. The temporary balcony bar was just as good, the beer was cold and Mickey the owner and his wife Michelle are good people and great fun to sit and shoot the shit with.
But more than all of that it is perfectly situated to Durban’s famous beach front. Less than a five-minute walk to the beach,numerous surf breaks, uShaka and more to wile away the time in Durban.
In hindsight I am stoked I stopped by the Durban and the Happy Hippo, it opened my eyes to the fact that an awesome hostel isn’t always about a scenic view, but more often the people you meet and the friends you leave with.