Victoria Falls

We’d been planning this trip for months.  We knew it would involve lots of sitting in a jeep driving through a wide, dusty stretch of Zambia.  We were right.  But what we didn’t expect was the wonderful two days we spent at the Falls, rafting down the mighty Zambezi river and hiking to the edge of Devil’s Pool (we didn’t dive in and sit on the edge of the Falls – we were too cowardly for that and somehow we figured that the Zambian or Zimbabwean Army Corps of Engineers probably had not inspected the Falls’ ledge in recent years).

By the last night of camping we were experts at setting up the tent, running to the loo in the middle of the night, and waking slightly before five to beat the crowd of campers to the tepid showers.

We also didn’t expect to meet a young Peace Corps worker from Long Island based in a remote village in Zambia. Finally Vince stumbled upon someone who not only knew that the World Series involved baseball, but who also knew that the Yankees were able to buy yet another series victory.  Vince was slow to recover.

Grocery shopping in Lusaka, the capital city, was a joy, with butter only $3.00 a pound versus over $8.00 in Malawi.   We also enjoyed browsing in two incredible bookstores (the likes of which Blantyre has never seen).