by Bob Sparrow (back from Africa)
I have that feeling that our time in Africa is going way too quickly as we head to the last leg of our journey, Victoria Falls – one of the ‘7 Natural Wonders of the World’. Our trip from Notten’s Game Reserve necessitated an evening layover in Johannesburg since there is only one flight a day into Victoria Falls from ‘Jo’burg’, as it’s known to the locals. Arriving in the late afternoon and leaving the next morning only gave us enough time to wipe the elephant dung off our shoes, visit Nelson Mandela Square and gradually acclimate to having electricity in our hotel room.
Zimbabwe, formerly know as Southern Rhodesia, was colonized by the British in 1890; our hotel, the Victoria Falls Hotel, took us back in time to the turn of the century, when it was built by the Brits during the construction of the Victoria Falls Bridge in 1906 as part of a grand plan to run a railroad line through the heart of Africa from Cape Town to Cairo. If I described the hotel as being grand and colonial, in an elegant, Edwardian sort of way, neither of us would know what I was talking about, so just look at the pictures.
After walking the meticulously groomed grounds of the hotel, we were whisked off to a sunset cocktail cruise on the Zambezi River, where we witnessed a playful ‘bloat’ of hippopotamus, a sun-worshiping crocodile and a spectacular sunset. One of our fellow cruisers was a rather arrogant young American, who didn’t fit in too well with the rest of the animal lovers on board, as he was bragging about the hunting trip he had just completed where he shot an elephant, a buffalo and something else, maybe it was his wife, I stopped listening. He was either very quiet toward the end of the cruise or he was that thing we saw bobbing in the water at sunset heading for the falls. I’ve included a spectacular picture of the sunset that evening, but honestly it doesn’t do the sunset justice. We head back to the hotel for dinner.
The hotel is steeped in the history of explorer, missionary and liberator, Dr. David Livingstone and the famous meeting with Henry Stanley in the middle of Africa. The balmy evening allowed us to enjoy our dinner at one of the hotel’s outside restaurants. Before dinner a local tribe provided entertainment with their singing and dancing to traditional music. Sensing that Apple didn’t have these songs in their ‘iCloud’, I purchased their CD, my fourth of the trip.
The next day we loaded up for our ‘Barrel Ride Over the Falls’ tour – just kidding, it was already fully booked. We did take a tour of Victoria Falls, whose original name translates to ‘The Smoke That Thunders’ and even though there was not a cloud in the sky, we wore rain gear and got soaking wet. A ‘congress’ of baboons apparently signed up for the same tour we did as they followed us to the various viewing points along the falls. They were amazing – the falls, well the baboons too. Even if I told you that an average of about 38,000 cubic feet of water goes over the falls PER SECOND, you probably still couldn’t imagine that much water – I didn’t even know that water came in cubic feet, all I know is that it’s a lot of water. The falls width of 5600 feet and height of 350 feet make it the largest sheet of falling water in the world.
After the tour we walked into town to get a bite to eat, but my picture of ‘Today Special’ tells you why we decided to wait until we got back to the hotel to eat. We were told to never eat warthog in a month with any letter in it. We continued walking to the middle of the Victoria Falls Bridge, which was the scene of a bungee jumping accident last year when the bungee cord detached and dropped an Australian woman into the water 360 feet below. The bungee operator responsible for the accident, Cecil “Oops” Newman, no longer works there, but someone did do a jump while we were there watching – crazy!
On our way back to the hotel we stopped at a ‘craft market’ to bargain with the locals for their handmade wares. I rationalized my poor negotiating skills as wanting to help boost their economy by paying, according to my wife, somewhere between 6 and 7 times what the craft was worth. But who can put a price on a hand-carved African mask from Zimbabwe? Apparently I couldn’t.
Even though I’m writing this while in Africa, you won’t read it until I’m at the chiropractor’s office getting my back adjusted after the 40 hour trip home. Yes, it’s a long way getting there and coming home, but was it worth it? Oh yeah! The people, the places, the animals, the things we experienced, (Did I mention the people?) made it the trip of a lifetime!
A big thank you to Jack and JJ Budd, our travel companions, who did a similar trip two years ago and kept us from making ‘rookie travel mistakes’, to our travel agent, Lenni Curl of First Travel of California in Laguna Niguel, who secured us great accommodations and got us on all the right tours, and to David and Mia Notten for their gracious hospitality at their ‘family’ game reserve in Kruger National Park.
And thank you readers, especially you blog subscribers, for vicariously taking this incredible journey with us and thank you for your wonderful comments.