This morning I awoke to the strongest coffee I have EVER had - ANYWHERE - at breakfast. I had to use milk and sugar. I never use milk or sugar. As I sat there in the same dining room as last night I could see forever over the scrub brush and occasional trees. The Cape buffalo have already come down to the water hole below me and are off doing whatever they do all day.
I had a surprise last night after dinner. Looking at Google Maps I realized that we sailed into the Zambia side of the river. I have been to Zambia! Oh Wait!!! As I sit here at breakfast I see that we have do-it-yourself complimentary bloody Mary’s along with all necessary breakfast things and stuff. Nice touch, I think I will...
This morning we walked along Victoria Falls for several miles. Even in the dry season the mist will get clothes and camera wet. I must say it is an impressive sight and worth the trip. The narrow gorge that the falls flow into is a miniature Grand Canyon. I was pleased we came at the end of the dry season. There was plenty of water for me.
As Ann and I were waiting to leave the falls sitting and having a Coke Zero, two wart hogs came out of nowhere at full pace, ran directly toward us from through a walkway opening in a stone wall, veered off just as they got to us and were gone. In case it is of any interest to you ugly wart hogs can run very fast and are scary running directly at you. You know, tusks and all.
For lunch twelve of us went to the Victoria Falls Hotel and ate on the veranda overlooking the Victoria Falls Bridge (to Zambia). This is the 100+ year old hotel built by the British during the colonial period. As we entered the hotel we were transported from 2014 Zimbabwe back to 1930 Rhodesia. Oh so quite elegant (and not cheap). We had two tables of six and I am sure we disrupted the staid atmosphere of this stately old hotel more than a little. Damn Americans…
I wished to buy only one thing while in Zimbabwe. That was Zimbabwean currency. I bought a $750,000 Zimbabwe note for $1 US - bartering down from $4 in a sleazy outdoor market with vendor stalls. It is not as great a deal as it sounds since Zimbabwe has no national currency. It now uses the US dollar for all monetary transactions. Their currency inflated itself out of existence. Hence a bill worth $750,000 sells for a dollar as a souvenir for foreigners. The bill I bought only had value from June 30, 2007 until January 1, 2008 as actually stated on the bill itself. Inflation was that rampant. The largest bill ever produced was $100,000,000,000,000 note just before money ceased being printed in 2009.
As I look out over the watering hole below from our room's balcony, various antelope, monkey and vulture surround it. The temperature has hit the hot, humid, hazy mid afternoon time. I am quite pleased we did not opt for the $170 per person elephant ride. After that bull elephant charged us at Kruger, elephants have ceased to be considered a mode of transportation for me. We are mortal enemies.
It is time for a siesta or whatever it is called here.
After dinner we came back to our room to the biggest, meanest insect ever on the outside of the mosquito netting. Ann said it was my fault; I said it was her fault for leaving the sliding door ajar by several millimeters – whatever that distance is. That discussion never had a winner. Anyhow I saved Ann's life by removing it. I am such a man. Just call me Tarzan