After the shortest drive of the trip so far we arrived at the 5 star Zambizi Sun hotel. We pulled up to the gate and Mvola sweet talked the guard to let 5 dodgy looking white folk in to this posh hotel. Pulling up to the grand entrance, our bus door was slid open by a doorman and out we all fell. Dan made a beeline straight to the front desk to check us all in, upgrading us all into family room, arguing over the price...digging into his bag to pull out sheds of paper...only to find out that the receptionist was correct to the dollar!! 

We excitedly dashed to our rooms finally looking forward to some fresh, clean, fleeless beds and we were not disappointed. We fumbled the key into the lock, pushed open the white door and stepped into the cool, dark room. After a few minutes of trying to find lights to turn on, Joss walked into the toilet looking for a switch. Scanning the room proved to be a fruitless task, so Joss though that the only logical solution was that the lights were only sensitive to two short claps. So in his wisdom he let out two short claps, hoping that the lights would spring to life...clap...clap...darkness!! The rest of the group turned around to see Joss standing in a dark room, looking at the ceiling in dismay. Needless to say this act resulted in the pink band being passed over. 

After finally finding the lights we headed to the activity desk to book our activities for the next couple of days. After what felt like 6 hours of Dan trying out every combination of activities, we settled on a combo of Livingstone Island followed by white water rafting. 

Slightly brain dead from all of the negotiating we walked back into the light of the day and headed for Victoria Falls. Before we could see the falls, we heard the thousands of tons of water gushing over the top. Then came our first sight. Feeling like 5 explorers, pushing through trees, stumbling over rocks and finally setting our eyes on the falls. If a person had been walking past they would have heard a loud noise as each of us let out the words..rather louder than expected...Oh Wow!!! 

Stopping at every different view point to take photos in every position, some looking slightly homosexual (mostly Harvey) we made it to the end of the falls. Deciding to walk back a different way we walked through the woods, still buzzing from what we had just seen when we got to Knife Edge Bridge. Sitting in the middle of the path was a Baboon. Then Luke and Joss heard a rustle in the bush, only to see a second - much larger Baboon emerging from the foliage. Being typical tourists they both began to take lots of snaps. At this point an old couple led by a local guide with a stick approached the bridge and began to cross. At the same time the large Baboon, who decided he had had enough of being a model began to run towards Luke and Joss. Seeing this happen, the brave and mighty Richard Harvey dashed towards the old couple and almost jumped on the old mans back, hoping the guide with the stick would keep him safe from the advancing Baboon. Within a matter of seconds Harvey had made it to safety leaving Luke and Joss face to face with the angry Baboon, still taking photos. Then out of no where the Baboon launched himself towards them, landing of the railings of the bridge running towards them. Luke and Joss turned and began to run across the bridge, screaming like 5 year old girls, trying to escape from the deadly monkey. Joss made it to safety and turned to see Luke diving across the bridge, smashing his toes on the stone as he flew through the air, screaming like a 10 year old Colombian boy, with a mixture of shock, excitement and relief to be away from the terrifying Baboon.  

To recover from the terrifying ordeals the group went to the local market to look for some authentic gifts to bring back to their loved ones. This however turned into an hour long wrestle to get these for as little money as possible. In shop 32 we were offered trades with the owner wanting our socks, wrist bands, pants, shades, shorts...he would even have taken Luke in exchange for a hippo sculpture. 

Even more exhausted we left and decided to see the falls from another angle. As we got there a local told us of a great view point on top of the falls. Asking if we knew where to go, Dan replied 'yes, it's that way' only to get stuck on a small sand island 30seconds later and calling for help. This resulted in some stunning views, Barney laying 10cm from the edge, hopping over large drops which would result in death. After an amazing guide Barney offered the man 50 Kwacha for his work. This was met with a horrified look and a reply of 'I want 100k each!' luckily we had chief negotiator Dan who said that we would give him 100k over all or we would walk away. He took it, shaking our hands with his gammy hand, leaving us unsure as to whether he had a birth defect or was showing his anger. 

To finish off this jam packed day we went to the neighbouring hotel The Royal Livingstone, a very posh, ex-colonial, very British hotel. Rocking up in shorts, dirty t-shirts, Dan in a tight vest, and all with shades and baseball caps facing backwards (much like high school jocks) we asked for a table for dinner. This was met with the manager trying to get rid of us, stating he was fully booked, whilst looking at an empty diary. More persuading by Dan resulted in a table booked for the next night. Then we went to watch sundown on then deck, drinking an ice cold Mosi...a well deserved drink after such an exciting and dangerous day on Vic Falls.