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Views from the Edge-the two sides of Victoria Falls

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Views from the Edge-the two sides of Victoria Falls

‘Dr. Livingstone, I presume?’ were the words uttered by explorer Henry Stanley in 1871 upon finally finding the first medical missionary of African exploration. (BBC) (eyewitnesstohistory) Referenced often, I had seen Livingstone as a traveler and pioneer, never as a place in which I’d experience an adrenaline rush unlike any other before in my life.

Known to locals as Mosi-oa-tunya, or ‘the smoke that thunders’, Victoria Falls delights all senses. Bordering Zambia and Zimbabwe, this natural wonder of the world is over 1700 meters wide and descends over 100 meters into the Zambezi gorge. Considered ‘the biggest curtain of water in the world’ (discoveryuk), the water’s strength is ubiquitous while its spray alights the air. (places)

In October 2009, my husband and I had just concluded a three-week G Adventures tour of southern Africa and had a few days to spend in Livingstone, Zambia. The falls called to us. Knowing only it’s mammoth size, endless supply of rainbows and something called Devil’s Pool; we went in search of adventure and found an experience forever etched in our memory. Read the rest of this entry

‘The Smoke That Thunders’

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Day 61: Kasane, Botswana-Livingstone, Zambia (7 November 2009)

More adventure around every corner right? Well, we found some of it this morning in our own thatched roof hut. We woke up and Mathew showered with no trouble and as I got out of my sleep sheet to head for a shower the power went off in our cottage. No worries, right. Well, after a few phone calls to reception we had our power back on even though I had already finished my shower by torch light…all par for the course; what’s a journey without a little adventure, right? Anyway, we got dressed and went to breakfast knowing that we had to pay our bills, but as we got to reception to pay they said that they had no power and we all had to pay by cash as their card machines wouldn’t work without power. We all managed to work it out between pula and US dollars and had some breakfast that not that I ate it, but was accompanied by peach jam-that was a new one for me (but I bet if I asked for it at Briermiere Farms in Riverhead it would be sitting right on one of their little shelves ready for purchase even though I‘d never noticed before)!

We waited for a few more people to return as they had been on a morning game drive and were on our way around 10am off to get our check out of Botswana stamp in our passports! We stopped just before the Botswanan border to spend the rest of our Pula. Mathew bought another peanut butter for us and we still had some Pula left, so when I saw three young boys without shoes walk into the store and look for something to buy with what they had my heart broke. I went back to find them and gave the the rest of the Pula we had to spend it on whatever they wanted. It wasn’t much, but I hoped it would help them. Well, we got through the Botswanan border fine and had to get on a ferry to cross the Chobe and Zambezi Rivers and get into Zambia. Now, what do you think of when you hear the word ferry?

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