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I'm sitting in a large two-storey thatched building; if I turn round, I can see the flood-swollen Zambezi river, and if I go down to the bar and look left I can see in the middle-distance the great plumes of spray rising from Victoria Falls. This morning, looking further left, a three-metre crocodile was briefly visible a couple of metres below the deck.
Both great waterfalls that I've visited have been more than worth it - I'm going back to the Falls as soon as I send this, we only got half an hour there yesterday and there are lots of paths to explore. There's a bridge across the gorge, where your visibility is reduced to zero by surging spray, it's like a constant version of the worse squall in the worst thunderstorm you've ever experienced. Probably three thousand tons a second of water crashing down over the better part of a mile of cliff.
I'll try to get round to doing photo-a-day posts sometime when I'm back in England; African Internet isn't terribly good, though mobile coverage is amazing - the guide taking us in a mokoro (a sort of two-person fibreglass punt) through the lily-flecked reed-beds of the Okavango delta was able to ring his girlfriend from the deserted island where we pitched our tents. I carefully didn't bring my phone.
The tents are spacious and well-ventilated, though removing sand from tents is hard and we've been in the Kalahari desert most of the last week; the days are hot - the time around lunchtime uncomfortably so - and the nights not cold enough to need a sleeping bag. We've mostly got up with the sun at 5:30, and not minded it.
Both great waterfalls that I've visited have been more than worth it - I'm going back to the Falls as soon as I send this, we only got half an hour there yesterday and there are lots of paths to explore. There's a bridge across the gorge, where your visibility is reduced to zero by surging spray, it's like a constant version of the worse squall in the worst thunderstorm you've ever experienced. Probably three thousand tons a second of water crashing down over the better part of a mile of cliff.
I'll try to get round to doing photo-a-day posts sometime when I'm back in England; African Internet isn't terribly good, though mobile coverage is amazing - the guide taking us in a mokoro (a sort of two-person fibreglass punt) through the lily-flecked reed-beds of the Okavango delta was able to ring his girlfriend from the deserted island where we pitched our tents. I carefully didn't bring my phone.
The tents are spacious and well-ventilated, though removing sand from tents is hard and we've been in the Kalahari desert most of the last week; the days are hot - the time around lunchtime uncomfortably so - and the nights not cold enough to need a sleeping bag. We've mostly got up with the sun at 5:30, and not minded it.
