Written by: Kathy
Today we woke up very early and started out towards Victoria Falls. It was about a 5-hour drive north towards the borders of Zambia and Botswana. We fit perfectly in a van and Pierre’s truck with our backpacks in the trailer towed behind. About 2 hours into the trip, as I was zoning out with my eyes closed and ipod playing, a sudden thunderous explosion interrupted Bon Jovi and sent the entire van into breathless death grips on the seats in front of us. Our driver, Chris, expertly maneuvered the car to the right (I mean the left) side of the road.
The men sent the women to a lodge to wait for them as they fixed the tire—which soon turned into tires and forced all 14 of us to squeeze into a truck meant for 5 passengers. How did we do this? We had 2 in shotgun, 4 across the back seat, and 7—yes, 7 in the bed of the truck. When 2 ½ hours were over, we were thrilled to be in Victoria Falls—just in time for a big stretch and a sunset cruise on the Zambezi River. We spread out as much as possible on the boat, still healing from our traumatic space deprivation during the ride there. While sipping Zambezi beer (named after the river) we spotted African animals for the first time!
The first sight of hippos in the water left us all speechless. We saw several more along the river and quietly watched the pink sun dip beneath the savannah trees. Our home for the night, Pamusha Lodge, with hosts Wisdom and Phatness, was an upgrade from the huts at Morning Star, but two girls in a room is never as much fun as 8! A dinner of meat, sadza, soup, and chocolate mousse concluded our evening, and we slept well!
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