The day began in the stillness of early morning, 3:30 a.m., eyes barely open but heart already awake with anticipation. By 4:30, my sisters and I were packed, ready, and on the road to Durban. There’s something both daunting and exhilarating about driving before sunrise, the quiet hum of the engine, the open road stretching ahead, and the darkness gently giving way to light.
Our first stop was a non-negotiable, coffee. That first sip, warm and grounding, marked the beginning of a journey not just across provinces, but into memory, connection, and renewal.
As we drove, I found myself mesmerized by the changing sky. Nature never ceases to amaze me, the way the deep, inky black of night slowly transforms into a canvas of fiery orange, soft yellows, fading greens, and streaks of blue. The moon and sun briefly sharing the sky, passing the baton from night to day. It felt sacred. A reminder that beauty is always unfolding, even in transition.
We stopped along the way to stretch, refresh, and grab a bite. Roadworks slowed us down, but they didn’t dampen the spirit of the trip. In fact, they gave us time to reminisce, sharing stories, laughing at old memories, and soaking in the natural beauty around us. The journey itself became a moment to treasure.
As we neared Durban, a sense of familiarity washed over me. The landscape, the rhythm, the feeling of home. I was excited, not just to be back in my space, but to experience it anew with my sisters. We were tired, yes, but still buzzing with the energy to explore, connect, and make new memories.
The evening was soft and grounding, dinner with family, shared stories, and the comfort of being together. It wasn’t just a road trip. It was a return to self, to belonging, to the kind of joy that only comes from shared journeys and open hearts.
~Nerusha
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