I was up early and eager to enjoy a morning at the Victoria Falls. Last year my Dad and I experienced the falls from Zimbabwe so today it was the Zambians turn. I packed my gear, including the rain suit I use when riding the scooter in wet weather – it was about time I got it out of the bag as I have been dragging it around all the dry places.
I got to the park just after it opened and it felt like I was the only person enjoying its beauty.
As you start following the paths that take you around the Falls you start to feel lost in a different time , a time ancient and wild. Thunder and smoke fill your senses and you feel the power of Mother Nature all around you.
The water roars and races over the cliffs – down, down it plummets, just to return as a torrential rain that washes all over you. I stood on the bridge that crosses to knifes edge, washed by the waters of the Zambezi and baptised an African by the Falls . Words can’t describe the power and privilege you feel as you stand in awe transported to a place that connects you to earth.
After this very special time, I spent the next couple of hours exploring the Falls walking the trails, and letting nature soak in .
I left the Falls a couple of hours later with a wonderful sense of calm and a feeling of rejuvenation to go and explore the town of Livingstone .
I came across this fantastic little coffee shop with delicious cappuccinos and a hearty breakfast where I took time out to enjoy the street traffic .
Café life – ones window to the world, coffee your companion. Time is yours to savour and people fill your view . So I let hours pass as I observed those sporting elegance in work attire, the blazing bright colours of mothers wearing Chitenge suits with children hovering at knee-height going about daily life . Activity filling the streets, the school children rushing to school in their clean, crisp uniforms with the whitest of stockings just out of a Charlotte Bronte novel . Life in Livingstone – a town full of pride as people fill her streets, greeting each other with faces full and kind, smiles wide and real .
I walked the streets surrounded by the gentle, kind and colourful Zambians allowing me to observe a little of life in Livingstone. A day full of flavour.
Until we meet again .