For the second time in 10 days, we arose at an obscene hour. We left delightful Port Elizabeth on a 6am flight to Jo’burg, and another flight to Livingstone in Zambia, arriving mid afternoon at our hotel. We’re staying at the Zambezi Sun, which is the only hotel where you can walk to and from the falls. The township of Livingstone is 10km away. This is the Africa I remember from travelling in Egypt and Morocco – dusty and dirty, run down, everything needs a paint job, much idleness, no gutters, a “bargain” on every corner, at least half a dozen locals jammed in the back of a ute, pot holes in the roads that may never be fixed, and lots of happy faces.
I have dreamed for years of seeing Victoria Falls. It’s definitely one of the Seven Natural Wonders of the World. No matter which source offers a list, they’ll never leave out this one. We chilled by the pool while Ferg and Harry chilled in the pool. It’s a huge pool, and if we were here for a week, they wouldn’t get bored. We made a plan for tomorrow. This isn’t just seeing a water fall. They have every activity option available here from fishing to bungy jumping. Then we grabbed the raincoats and wandered over to a Natural Wonder if you don’t mind! Can’t believe I’ve finally made it.
You just pop out of the trees and there it is:

It’s noisy and it’s wet. The spray flies up with the force of the updraft from the water crashing down constantly. It’s really amazing. It’s 1.7km wide of continuous water fall. You can view it from just at the edge before the water tumbles down, and then walk around to the eastern cataract (in your raincoat) are see it face on through the spray.

There’s an entry fee you have to pay to visit the falls, but they don’t put it towards new signs! I guess that’s part of the colonial charm about the place.

And then the sun set over the Zambezi! Sounds like a cheesy movie hey?