The Durban North Ice-Cream Truck still lives!

I was sitting in my lounge hanging ten with my 3 month old girl Sav when I heard that old familiar ringing of the ice cream truck! Every cell in my body screamed out to me – to grab a large shiny R1 coin and run out into the street to get a vanilla soft serve… The only problem is that they probably cost R15 now and are made up of 99% vegetable fat and MSG. I don’t mind. Bring it, I’ll eat it.
I remember my poor mother would go into hiding when she heard that truck drawing close… she’d turn up old RPN Stereo 94/95fm and send us to the bedroom to “tidy-up”… ya. Right. Children have super-powers, that Panado advert lied, WE could hear that thing through a hail storm, underground while coming out of a coma. Radio. Tidy up… Pthh!
We would start screaming in excitement running in circles screaming because there was NEVER R2 in the house…sometimes though, there would be enough for a soft serve and flake…OMG. We’d sit out on the pavement (you could do that then) and lick those ice creams till … till… they were finished.

I also remember the beach front ice creams, what was the name of the restaurant where you could get soft serve with nuts n chocolate etc?

Another Tracy memory (that sister of mine harassed me…oops! She’s on google talk right now) she dropped her ice cream once, when she was about 8 or so, I laughed at her – now you have to learn, younger siblings are like cats, they get you back. I turned to look at something and felt a slight movement, like a gentle tap tap… and my ice cream lay on the beach sand, the mystery here is that my sister was ten metres away. Innocent. Until proven. I never laughed at her again.

Keep well guys,

Have you got any nice ice cream memories??

Sands x