Cruising

I drove back from Durban today after a weekend at the cricket and going mountain biking with a friend who i met in Liverpool and is also working out here now. It is about a 3 hour drive initially on the motorway and then up through the hills. The scenery is absolutely stunning with sugar cane fields, eagles flying above, and hundreds of people just walking along the side of the road. However, if you don't concentrate you are bound to hit a pothole, roaming cow or another driver with equal probability! Thankfully no more scrapes for me but it is thrilling to drive here for lots of reasons....
As i am about 100km inland at about 1500m above sea level it gets pretty cold, wet and misty. I am writing this whilst sitting with my 'Anglesea' woolie hat and big fleece on - its more like Scotland than Zululand. Durban in contrast is normally hot all year round and i was sitting in a t-shirt watching India beat the Aussies on Saturday night. Twenty-20 is definately the future for cricket, the atmosphere was awesome and reminded me of some great football grounds i have been to.
So far i have been finding the right balance between my rural experience and being able to relax at weekends. On Friday there were only 3 of us doctors in the hospital and during the 24 hours i was the anaesthetist at 5 Emergency Caesarian Sections. We finished the last one at 0100 and just before i went to bed i was asked to help out with some assaulted patients who had pitched up. This one lad had been attacked with a bushknife and his skull bone was visible and his ear was hanging off!! Damn it is violent around here
Speaking of which i hope to go to the Zulu Battlefields next weekend to see Rorke's Drift - which i believe is the site of the heaviest ever loss in one day by the British Army. Judging by what i saw on Friday night, those boys had no chance..