Summer in Durban is actually not the best time for parties. We start out with a few *really* unpredictable weeks, where we seem to whip through three seasons in a day. Sunny, hot weeks morph into monsoon-like weekends willy-nilly. The wind blows (not as bad as Cape Town, but we're spoiled here so a bit of wind is a big deal). But then, on the other hand, we have these long, balmy days and all the rain means that the flowers are out *in force*. The place is jam-packed with pink, purple, red and about a million shades of green. Durban puts on her party dress in summer, and that makes me want to throw her a party. Maybe one that looks a bit like this...
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