I arrived in Victoria Falls towards the end of the dry season. As a result, almost two-thirds of the falls were inactive during my visit. Water was only flowing over the Devil’s Cataract and a short stretch of the main cascade east of Cataract Island. However, the scale and magnitude of this natural wonder was evident thanks to an imposing barren cliff face extending half a kilometre towards the Zambian border. I finally saw the falls in full-flood when I returned with my Mum a decade later.
Without a doubt, the highlight of my visit was a microlight flight I took over the Falls on my first day in town. On a whim, I walked into the office of a local tour operator late afternoon. After a brief phone call with a local pilot, they booked me on the final flight of the day. I was then driven to the airport where I was duly strapped into the rear of a two-seater microlight.
I then capped off the evening dining on the outdoor terrace of the landmark Victoria Falls Hotel. The hotel sits on the rim of the Zambezi River gorge, downstream from the falls. Its location is perfectly aligned to give visitors a dramatic view up the gorge, past its equally famous arched bridge, to the fall’s misty haze. Sadly, thanks to the dry season, the mist wasn’t visible during my visit.
On 10 October, I transferred to Hwange for my inaugural African safari experience. However, before setting off, I booked a morning cruise on the Zambezi River. At the time, I was the only confirmed passenger. Therefore, in order for the tour to proceed I agreed to pay a minimum booking for two people. While waiting for my ride to the river, I met a young woman backpacking alone in Africa. As I’d already paid for an extra person, I invited her to join me at no extra cost. She gladly accepted.
Our river cruise started uneventfully enough. We passed endless herds of hippopotamuses wading in the distance. As we glided along our boat driver shared how dangerous they were. He warned that they’d attack the boat if we ventured too close. The guide accompanying us reinforced his warning. He claimed more people were killed by hippos than any other animal in Africa.
Suddenly, without warning, a hippo surfaced directly in front of our boat. These incredible animals can hold their breath for up to five minutes, then stride fully submerged along the bottom of the river for hundreds of metres. Momentary panic ensued as our driver took evasive action to avoid the massive creature and put some distance between us. For a minute I wondered if I’d end my days as another hippo attack statistic.
One final memory. Every morning as I went for breakfast I’d encounter families of Banded Mongoose frolicking around the hotel grounds. These restless creatures were everywhere with little ones constantly doing battle on the lawn. They stood in stark contrast to the baboons I passed on the path to the Falls. They were more interested in sitting around people watching as you strode by.
Our river cruise started uneventfully enough. We passed endless herds of hippopotamuses wading in the distance. As we glided along our boat driver shared how dangerous they were. He warned that they’d attack the boat if we ventured too close. The guide accompanying us reinforced his warning. He claimed more people were killed by hippos than any other animal in Africa.
Suddenly, without warning, a hippo surfaced directly in front of our boat. These incredible animals can hold their breath for up to five minutes, then stride fully submerged along the bottom of the river for hundreds of metres. Momentary panic ensued as our driver took evasive action to avoid the massive creature and put some distance between us. For a minute I wondered if I’d end my days as another hippo attack statistic.
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