

Durban story


My Durban Story Growing up in Durban was a sensory overload in the best possible way. The smell of saltwater and sugar canes wafted through the air as I walked along the beachfront of the Golden Mile. The sound of the waves crashing against the shore was like music to my ears. I felt alive, like I was a part of something bigger than myself. As a kid, I spent hours exploring the Indian Ocean, trying