Today was another quiet day. We walked along the southern beach in Port Elizabeth and saw the Broadwalk Shopping Centre, which is built around a central lake:
The weather was cold and grey, so my idea of reading on the beach wasn't really on. I took a picture or two of Port Elizabeth beach but as you can see it wasn't exactly a hive of activity:
When leaving Durban, which has a large Indian community, our bus driver spoke about a takeaway dish called a bunny chow. It is a curry in a bread roll and according to the driver I had missed out by not getting one in Durban. I was delighted therefore to find them at a takeaway here. It was like an Indian version of the gatsby but with potato instead of chips. It was also full of chicken bones and more suitable for my sister's dog!
Port Elizabeth is quiet, relaxed and as a result feels relatively safe. I felt like I could be at an English seaside town, and the bad weather added to this feeling. However, just before you forget where in the world you are, reminders pop up. For instance, walking past a casino I spotted a gun cloakroom, where your firearms must be stored before entry:
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