So this will be a short one seeing that the only place I have visited in Zimbabwe is Victoria Falls.

The border formalities are torture to get in.  It took 3 hours I think to get all of our visa issued and processed.  Buuuut it was definitely worth the wait.

So while we were there we went to the national park to see the falls up close, went white water rafting on the Zambezi River and went on yet another booze cruise on our last night on the Zambezi (we lost 4 of our people we started with :(… And switched guides).

The first day we spent at Victoria falls national park.  We were there at the beginning of November which is the end of dry season, so we did not see it at full volume (and I can only imagine how damp that must be).

Victoria falls is formed by the Zambezi River pretty much going off a cliff and into a gorge and continuing on.  The Zambezi River starts in northwestern Zambia, and flows through Angola, Namibia, Botswana, creates the natural border between Zimbabwe and Zambia, and goes to Mozambique where it empties out into the Indian Ocean.   

David Livingston is who decided to name it Victoria falls after stumbling across it in 1855.  In the indigenous language they call it Mosi-Oa-Tunya, which translates out to mean the smoke that thunders.  Which is pretty accurate.  It’s loud and it creates a huge mist.  It stretches a few kilometers during the rainy season.  It was a nice place to be middle of the day when it’s blaring hot.  It’s nice and jungly and cooler. Almost like standing in front of one of those misting fans at Disneyland in July while waiting to get into space mountain, Except with a much better view… and less entitled assholes.

My next task in Victoria falls was to white water raft the Zambezi.  Everyone talked me into doing it.  I’ve never went rafting on any kind of moving water. (I’ve been on boats… Don’t worry).  We all headed over to the rafting shop to get this shit show on the road.  We went and got life vests and fitted for helmets, which we were informed come in 2 sizes: too big and too small.  I did survive an entire childhood/adolescence doing stupid shit on bike and early adulthood doing even stupider shit on a snowboard without a helmet, (I wear a helmet now, don’t freak out).

We had to hike way down into the gorge was an adventure all in itself.  I feel like I’m a decently in shape person but by the time we got to the bottom I was going holy shit now I gotta cling on to this raft for dear life for 20-some Rapids?

So after the first rapid I realized it was terrifyingly fun… There’s something wrong with me, I like being scared, it’s not normal.

 That’s us.  I’m somewhere in there.  We all managed to do all the rapids, except for a couple that are too dangerous and they have you pick up the boat and carry around the rapids.  And we did it without anyone managing to get launched out.  I would totally do it all over again.  Then he had to hike all the way back to the top, which I would not like to do all over again.

Later that night we set off on the Zambezi River booze cruise, not our first rodeo.  There happened to be two cruises going at the same time.  We were on the rowdy boat, the other boat was more refined class people.  What I’m getting at here is that we had to do a mid-River booze exchange, where we had the boats get real close and we handed over our wine, and they handed over their remaining vodka and rum.  We had sucked out hard alcohol reserves dry.  It was a fantastic time.

 The next morning we got up real early and said our goodbyes to our people leaving us at victoria falls and picked up 4 newbs and made out way back to Chobe national park in Botswana.