Dr. Livingstone I presume
Yes, I am still alive. Due to our tight (really tight) budget we couldn’t afford using the internet while traveling. So I deliver a brief resume about our trip now.
Although Zambia is the direct neighbour (one of 8!)of Tanzania even an inexperienced Mzungu notices certain differences: the roads are much better, people are as friendly as in Tanzania but in a more gentle way, the country itself seems to be less loud and hectic. Our journey led us first to Lusaka, the modern capital of the country. On our day of arrival the results of the latest elections had been announced and so most of the shops in town were closed. The city itself looked almost dead – except of all the soldiers running around.
We were faced with our first big money problem: no ATM accepted Master-card. But in the end we managed to withdraw at least some money and we could continue our trip to the Victoria Falls.
Oh, another difference between Zam and TZA: Prices are much higher. We were shocked about the costs for food and drinks arriving in Livingstone (named after the Scottish „discoverer“ of the Falls).
Our main reason for going there was obviously to see the famous Victoria Falls. But it was disappointing: instead of tons of water plummeting down its 100m high crest line we saw naked stones and rock. On the Zambian side of the falls only some narrow cascades were visible. Nevertheless, it was interesting to see the gorges, to walk to Livingstone Island and observe the river chasing down the narrow channels.
On the Zimbabwean side we could hear the thunder of the falling water and we could even see the towering column of spray. Wrong country
But our (free) sundowners at the waterfront of the Zambezi served as a kind of compensation. The end of the night was disastrous .
The next day we explored the Zambezi River via canoe. A really calm way of enjoying the tranquil lagoons which hippos and hungry crocodiles lurk. We could even observe bathing elephants, antelopes and warthogs drinking out of the river or hiding in the forest. For a sportive girl like me it was an exhausting 20km ride.
After checking our financial situation again we decided that we can afford the visas to walk of the bridge connecting Zam and Zim. So on our last day in Livingstone we finally saw the main falls in their unbroken expanse.
I can not describe it with words. The spray provided a nice refreshment and the thunder was so loud that we had to shout while standing close to the water.
We ended our trip to Zimbabwe spending a couple of hours in the artificial town Victoria Falls. The inner city reminded us of Pleasant Ville. But the Zambezi beer was a nice refreshment before walking back over the railway bridge.
After another night with too many drinks (somehow we always could afford some Mosi beer) we headed back to Lusaka where we spent our last night in Zambia.