In the footsteps of Livingston

Although we already had an unforgettable experience in Zimbabwe with our houseboat-party-tour, there was more to expect. We were going to have a canoe safari, track rhinos on foot and admire the famous Victoria Falls. But one by one… After several exhausting days of driving we were looking forward for a three day break in the touristic Antelope-Park.


This private “zoo” has officially taken up the cause to protect the already endangered African lions. For this tourists are invited to cuddle, walk or feed hand-reared lions. Unfortunately, sometimes the positive appearances can be deceptive and in our view this spectacle pursued rather money-making than having protective purposes. However, the park also offered an opportunity to explore the area on our own in a canoe and this was at least as much fun as the lion shows. So we discovered many new birds and saw some horses taking a bath. In addition, I introduced myself as a water aerobics instructor.


After those relaxing days we went to a Zimbabwean ex-farmer. For in the year 2000 many white farmers in Zimbabwe were expropriated by the local dictator Robert Mugabe, they had to find new employment opportunities. And one of these options is the stalking of rhinos on foot! But first, we went for a visit to the “natives”. After the compulsory dance, the chief invited us for a chat including a photo shoot with a leopard skin. Unfortunately our subsequent search for the rhinos was inconclusive. But it was exciting nonetheless.


Our last stop in Zimbabwe was at the impressive Victoria Falls on the border with Zambia. Discovered by the famous English explorer, David Livingston, this natural wonder is a sight to behold, especially in the rainy season. And to enjoy this properly, we got deep into our pocket money and treated ourselves to a scenic flight in a microlight over the falls. And it was worth every penny, because the sight from the sky was breathtaking.


But of course, the waterfalls had to be experiencing firsthand as well. For that we put on our rain jackets, packed the camera in a plastic bag and off we went into the shower. Because of the enormous masses of water that rush into the narrow gorge, a lot of gout is hurled into the air that comes down, depending on wind direction, as a mini-waterfall on the visitors. But the first-hand experience of this raging force of nature was worth having wet panties.


After we had stocked up with a few souvenirs at the local art market, we went into the next country of Botswana, where again excitement and fun was waiting for us.