To try to catch up :-
Our first night in Livingstone we all went for a sunset cruise on the Zambezi, with a buffet dinner and as many drinks as we could consume in two hours. It was a lovely setting –
The next day a group went white-water rafting, but I chose to go and ride an elephant. All the original elephants were reared as orphans, but they have had offspring – of which more later.
My elephant was called Madinda, if I remember right, and he was the character of the group, constantly wandering off the track to tear trees apart and shaking his shoulders in what his keepers called “dancing”. Of course I fell in love with him the moment I looked him in the eye.
By this time we were having to say goodbyes and go our separate ways, but a few of us set off for the Victoria Falls the last day. Locally it is known as Mosi-oa-Tunya, or “the smoke that thunders”, because of the spray and the noise. You get absolutely drenched as the water comes at you from every direction. It was a wonderful experience and I couldn’t stop laughing with excitement. Pictures cannot do it justice but here are a few.
So now I’m in Cape Town, after two days in buses, border crossings, delays and junk food. You don ‘t want to know.
Complete culture shock as this afternoon I was sitting having a Windhoek beer, looking at the clouds sweeping over Table Mountain, (the “tablecloth”), and watching a Splendid Starling picking up scraps, having just been in the V & A Waterfront shopping mall and passed a mural video of MC Hammer, “You Can’t Touch This”.