That Sunday morning, before we left for the Zulu church service in Thutuku, the monkeys came to join us. I wanted to feed them something to get them closer to the camera, but everyone thought that was a really bad idea. "Will they bite me?" I asked.
"No, if you give them food they won't ever leave us alone." I guess they're such a bother in Durban they don't know what to do with them. Later on I saw them jump over the fence and wander slowly into the neighbors yard, and then check out the trash can. The problem with monkeys is that they can think. Just like some dogs. Thats what makes them such a nuisance.
After we left the church service we drove down to Port Shepstone and visited Valdene's grandparent's grave. She had never seen it before and it was an emotional experience for her.
This above picture is of the sugar cane fields that cover the hills and valleys all over the South Africa that I saw. Even up by the game park were miles of sugar cane, and Dole even has a sugar processing plant up there. When we drove back down the old road to Port Shepstone from the church, a large animal resembling a rat on steroids ran across the road. Valdene yelled "Look, a cane rat." I had never heard of such a thing. it was several feet long. David said it was the biggest he had ever seen.
Eventually we went to the beach in Port Shepstone. It was beautiful.
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