Livingstone & Victoria Falls

We went from the wilderness and tranquility of Kafue National Park, to the hustle and bustle of Livingston, where the mighty Zambezi River, plumets into Victoria Falls.

 

When it comes to the Zambezi you can:

Raft it, bungee it, swing it, zip it, jet boat it, booze cruise it, microlight it, chopper it, horse ride it, or devils pool it.  Of course, if you’re like us, there is also the option to simply walk it, take in the views and make a photo or two.

 

It’s a ‘thing’ in todays society, that when we visit a place, or experience something, we want to be there, see it, live it, when it’s at its best.  Vic falls is no different.  If you check the internet there are tons of websites informing you, not only the best month of the year to visit the falls – but down to the best hour of the day?

 

‘Don’t go at mid-day as there is absolutely no chance of seeing rainbows in the mist.’ 

 

‘Dec – March the falls are so strong all you get is mist – too much mist.’ 

 

‘September – November its dry, no mist – no drama for your insta selfie. etc. etc.’

 

If you read enough from the self-proclaimed experts, you could convince yourself that there is only a couple of minutes, on a handful of days, that the Victoria falls is worth seeing. What pressure! Not to mention a complete load of bollocks. Personally, I like Colins approach: see it when you are in the area, at an hour that works for you.  That’s what we did. The falls were fabulous – absolutely amazing, and I can’t imagine they would ever disappoint anyone, regardless of their expectations.

 

We opted to camp at ‘The Waterfront’ -the adrenaline central of Livingston, not because we were hoping to zip, dip or have a near death experience for a pretty penny, but because we thought it would be our best chance of seeing the Scotland vs Ireland match in the World Cup Rugby. The rugby was on, and we soon became buddies with a group of Samoans who were playing (and winning!) against England, up until the very last minute where they ended up losing by one point (as one big Afrikaner described the last-minute loss – ‘Ach men, dats like kissing yor sister!’ – I assume he meant it was a bad thing?) The whole bar got behind these lads, turning it into a great evening.  Scotland played their hearts out, but it wasn’t enough to beat our Gaelic neighbors.

 

Sunday morning, rather than having a sleep in, our day started off meeting ‘Bob’ – a seriously brazen baboon bastard whose daily routine starts at 5:43AM by pushing over every rubbish bin on the campsite. Thanks to Bob, we have decided we will have just the two nights here rather than the originally planned three.

 

Next stop: Namibia

 

P.S. For photos please check out our Instagram: inaplaceonourway – am in a place with bad network and have given up trying to upload photos