The day before we landed in Zimbabwe Robert Mugabe, dictator for 37 years, had resigned. Transfer of power in Africa is dicey at best. We didn’t know what to expect but the borders were open so we went. Turns out not much. It had been so long coming that it was mostly a 1 day party and everyone went back to work. Capital controls had the money supply so tight that people literally slept at the bank trying to get some money out.
The guys at The River craft brewing (only the second brewery in the country) told us the night Mugabe went was their best revenue night ever.
Flying into Zambia, the Zambia-Zimbabwe border crossing was sketchy and we’re pretty sure (definitely sure) our hotel “airport transfer” included a bribe. Well, it did get us through faster. That’s Africa. On to Victoria Falls.
Visiting the falls during the dry season they are still the same amazing site they were when the famous explorer Livingstone set eyes on them in 1855.
During the wet season, I could only imagine how they would look. Water would be pouring over this whole portion.
Dan got to play monkey man on this awesome fallen tree.
Out hotel was a from a bygone colonial era. Immaculately maintained, beautifully detailed, it felt like a step back in time.
The same applies for the nightly sunset cruise on a reconstructed 1940’s skiff.
That lump in the water to the right of the brandy is a hippo!
Our last night in town, we gorged on a platter of crocodile, kudo and impala meat.