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.
Very important picture , Victoria was adamant about this one.
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.
Enjoying the falls in solitude
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.
About to cross , dressed up and a place to go.
Rain suit came in handy
Just overwhelming
After this very special time, I spent the next couple of hours exploring the Falls walking the trails, and letting nature soak in .
View across to Zimbabwe.
In the rain forest
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 .
Munali Café
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 .
