We stayed at a lovely B&B just north of Durban. When the others checked in they saw a huge cockroach, and I’m talking at least 6cm in length with wings, on the bathroom ceiling but as it was sitting quietly not moving and minding it’s own business they named it Colin and left it.
After collecting me from the airport we took what should have been a short detour to a country club on an exclusive estate to deliver some wine but it took us a while to find the correct entrance and convince the security guard to let us in. Then we returned to the B&B. As we were sitting and chatting we suddenly saw a cockroach scuttling very quickly across the floor and under the bed. The next couple of hours would have been very entertaining for anyone watching us as it was spent checking behind and under every piece of furniture in the room and chasing any cockroaches we found. At first we tried to capture them in a glass but they were too quick and we soon decided if we let them outside they would find their way back in so the only answer was to kill them. It was left to me to give them a good whack with a flipflop then flush them down the toilet. I think we disposed of about 6 in the end.
Later we found out they are commonplace in even the cleanest of places to that part of the world.
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