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20th June 2011
Given the diesel fuel fiasco in Malawi we felt it prudent to retrace our northward route as far as Livingston and Victoria Falls. From there we will be in a position to travel a different route through Botswana, south east to South Africa.
The trip back to Vic Falls - as they are referred to locally – was un-eventful. The distance from South Luangwa to Vic Falls meant two nights on route one of which was spent at a camp run by two older whining poms. They are stuck with a camping ground that must have seemed like a good investment at the time. Now however they wish they could off load it and be somewhere else. They had no time for the locals, which in their situation was unfortunate as they were clearly outnumbered by them, and they also appeared very tired of each others company.
Vic Falls, is also referred to as The Smoke that Thunders. The smoke being a reference to the mist generated as the water hits the bottom of the gorge. Whist the thunder bit refers to the noise generated by the falling water. It is quite a something to hear. Combine the mist and the noise and yep you have one of the "seven wonders of the world".
We used the Overland Mission as a base again for three nights. Yes, I know I'm shameless. As atheist Richard Dawkins greatest fan I should not be here on principle. But I have no principles, so all is well! However, I must admit to one moment of weakness when I considered volunteering some time to fix the meeting halls water damaged decking. But the moment of madness passed quickly.
Perhaps foolishly, we crossed the border to Zimbabwe on foot to view the falls from that side, and have lunch at the iconic Victoria Falls Hotel. I say foolishly, because of the outrages cost involved in border fees charged by both Zambia and Zimbabwe, and the need to run the gauntlet of the touts. Touts sell all manner of things from your typical tourist **** to local currency, and could probably arrange illicit sex with any member of their extended family living locally or internationally if requested.
It transpired that lunch at the hotel was delightful. Gael sampled a range of breads and spreads while I focused my attention on munching my way through a Stanley (the one found by Livingston) burger and fries. After her bout of fizzy ***** Gaels choice of diet is so bland she might as well restrict herself to chewing on the breads wrapping paper. No longer will she in her words, “eat food that someone else has fondled”.
Given the diesel fuel fiasco in Malawi we felt it prudent to retrace our northward route as far as Livingston and Victoria Falls. From there we will be in a position to travel a different route through Botswana, south east to South Africa.
The trip back to Vic Falls - as they are referred to locally – was un-eventful. The distance from South Luangwa to Vic Falls meant two nights on route one of which was spent at a camp run by two older whining poms. They are stuck with a camping ground that must have seemed like a good investment at the time. Now however they wish they could off load it and be somewhere else. They had no time for the locals, which in their situation was unfortunate as they were clearly outnumbered by them, and they also appeared very tired of each others company.
Vic Falls, is also referred to as The Smoke that Thunders. The smoke being a reference to the mist generated as the water hits the bottom of the gorge. Whist the thunder bit refers to the noise generated by the falling water. It is quite a something to hear. Combine the mist and the noise and yep you have one of the "seven wonders of the world".
We used the Overland Mission as a base again for three nights. Yes, I know I'm shameless. As atheist Richard Dawkins greatest fan I should not be here on principle. But I have no principles, so all is well! However, I must admit to one moment of weakness when I considered volunteering some time to fix the meeting halls water damaged decking. But the moment of madness passed quickly.
Perhaps foolishly, we crossed the border to Zimbabwe on foot to view the falls from that side, and have lunch at the iconic Victoria Falls Hotel. I say foolishly, because of the outrages cost involved in border fees charged by both Zambia and Zimbabwe, and the need to run the gauntlet of the touts. Touts sell all manner of things from your typical tourist **** to local currency, and could probably arrange illicit sex with any member of their extended family living locally or internationally if requested.
It transpired that lunch at the hotel was delightful. Gael sampled a range of breads and spreads while I focused my attention on munching my way through a Stanley (the one found by Livingston) burger and fries. After her bout of fizzy ***** Gaels choice of diet is so bland she might as well restrict herself to chewing on the breads wrapping paper. No longer will she in her words, “eat food that someone else has fondled”.
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