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Our first stop in Zimbabwe was Victoria Falls. The Vic Falls township, on the Zim side, was clearly once a thriving tourist destination but these days, since the economy plummeted, is a bit of a ghost town. The people here are pretty desperate, as they are in much of the country. There are lots of beggars wearing rags on the street, people trying to swap your shoes or the shirt off your back for handmade crafts or the famous Zimbabwean dollars. At their economy’s lowest point, the money was literally worthless – the famous 100 trillion dollar notes can be bought for one US dollar on the street.
The Zambezi River, with the bridge between Zim and Zambia. This is where they do bungee jumping and gorge swinging.
Warthog running through the town.
Not sure I should’ve taken this photo…
Known by the locals as ‘The Smoke that Thunders,’ the volume of water flowing over the edge every second is staggering. You hear it before you see it. We were there at the time of year when the river is at its highest. The mist blasts you as you walk along the path on the cliff edge. At one point, it was like being in a powerful shower – no exaggeration. Absolutely drenched, I couldn’t see anything walking up to ‘Danger Point’ (no railings, just slippery rocks and a big drop) with all the spray blasting my eyes. Not many photos; I feared for my camera.
Zoe and I, soaked.
The bungee point.
I walked over the bridge to the Zambian side, but didn’t get a visa so couldn’t go very far. Some of the guys went over to Livingstone, however the cost of a double entry Zim visa and a Zambian one made it not worth it for me.
A few of us did a drumming lesson and jammed with these guys – it was awesome.
Mandy and Lee. Elephants quite regularly wander through the town.
And damage stuff.
We camped in the garden of a nice backpackers.
From Vic Falls we drove south to Bulawayo. Here, some of us did a walk to see some rock paintings.
After this, we tracked white rhinos on foot
African Fish eagle.
Mopane worms (actually caterpillars). We bought Mike some for his birthday and he was good enough to share them with the rest of the truck. Not nice.
A few of us saw a violin in a shop in Bulawayo and decided to buy it. I now give lessons for beer. Six of us have shares, and whoever wants to continue playing at the end of the trip can buy the rest of us out and take it home.
We had a bit of a visa crisis whilst in Zimbabwe. We were intending to get our Ethiopian visas in Harare, but the Ethiopians recently changed the rules and now require tourists to get visas in their country of origin. To cut a long story short, we all had to post our passports and visa applications home to our respective countries (UK, Oz, USA etc.) and hope that there were no issues. Thankfully, all was well. However, it did mean we spent an extra week in Zim while we waited for the return of our passports, which was great; I loved the country. We could afford to take our time a little, staying a bit longer in each place.
Antelope Park, near Gweru, is a park set up, mainly, to breed lions in order to boost populations in the wild. They have a four stage breeding programme, whereby each stage is more similar to the wild than the previous. So, a generation is born in each stage and each generation is ‘wilder’ than the first. So, the ultimate aim of the programme is for more wild lions to be born in the wild than would otherwise happen without the programme.
The park had four elephants, found as orphans and raised in the centre.
Feeding the adult male lions. You gather on one side of a fence, with a pile of meat on the other side. Then, the lions are allowed into the far end of the enclosure and charge towards you, and the meat, only a couple of feet away. It’s exhilarating; most people flinch, some practically fall backwards!
As some of the cubs are hand raised, they need gradual rehabilitation in order to become used to being in the wild. They are taken on walks, where they are allowed to roam and explore their surroundings, until the age of 18 months. I did two of these walks with Meeka and Kali, two 18 month old female lions.
Cubs. This one bit me (gently).
Elephant back safari. The park had lots of game, partly for tourists to see, but also to provide the cubs with prey to hunt. I did a horseback safari too. When you’re on the back of another animal, the animals in the game park aren’t afraid at all and you can get really close.
Elephants in the camp.
The grounds were beautiful. This green area down by the river was often visited by elephants, horses and donkeys and was a lovely place to chill out and relax. Michael did another spot of fishing. And failed, again.
Due to the extra time we had in Zim, we were able to go to Chimanimani, a beautiful little village in the mountains in the east of the country, near the border with Mozambique. Our driver and tour leader had never been here before, so everybody was discovering somewhere new. It was one of my favourite places I’ve visited on my whole trip so far. Again, good job we had the Ethiopian visa problems really!
Due to the altitude, daytime temperatures in the valley were very pleasant, but at night the temperature dropped to around five degrees.
Outside the bar in the village. (Left to right: Kim, Zoe, Dan, me, Lindi, Neil.) This was a really atmospheric little place – low ceiling, candlelit, I loved talking (and singing) with the locals in here, some of whom hadn’t seen white tourists around for years. I met a girl here called Brenda who showed me the school where she taught; it was great to get a genuine inside feel of the local people and how they live their lives. It’s a simple way of life, but, in some ways, an enviable one. We’re going to stay in touch. A pen pal in rural Zimbabwe – pretty cool.
One night I got talking to a guy who I quickly gathered was a Mugabe henchman – not the most comfortable of conversations. Have to be very careful what you say. Chimanimani was, and still is, one of the worst places for land reclamation – whereby Mugabe’s war veterans march onto white farmers’ land and forcibly evict them. Those who resist are murdered. That’s one of the reasons Zimbabwe is in such a bad way now: the farms are now owned by incompetent idiots who produce food for themselves and totally neglect the need to provide the country’s population with food to eat. Once the wealthiest country in Africa, and the continent’s ‘Bread Basket,’ the place is now utterly ruined and the few people who would be able to turn the country around are either in exile or dead. It’s really tragic, and all because the dictator is a paranoid, irrational racist who’s determined to stay in power, and has ruined his country in doing so.
Most people, however, are delighted to see white foreigners and many told me, when they knew they wouldn’t be overheard, that they hate the president and his policies. Zim is in a better state now than it was three years ago, but really needs Uncle Bob Mugabe to die before it can ever begin to recover properly. Hopefully that won’t be too long.
A day hike into the mountains of Chimanimani National Park. The scenery here was incredible – I had no idea Zimbabwe was so scenically diverse. Parts of this walk looked like Scotland.
We swam in this waterfall pool and ended up numb with cold.
These mountains (over 2000m high) mark the border with Mozambique. During the civil war, this area was used to smuggle guns into Zim. Now, there is lots of illegal gold mining and smuggling. We met a band of guys in one valley on the way to do just this. That morning, we’d also met a couple of rangers; women with AK-47s on the lookout for such smugglers.
Our last stop in Zimbabwe was Harare, the capital.
To celebrate the successful return of our passports, we had a braai (BBQ).
Zimbabwe was playing Mali at football in Harare when we were there, so most of us went to watch. This was a qualifying match for the African Cup of Nations and the atmosphere was terrific. We were in the cheapest seats, $3, and were the only whiteys in the stadium.
Laura, Falcon and Lee – probably making more noise than anyone else in the ground.
Zim won 2-1 (contrary to expectations), but not after high drama: a disallowed goal, a penalty (taken twice), a big brawl – exciting stuff. After the match a few of us (the brave ones) fought our way into a shabeen, an unlicensed bar, near the ground. It was noisy, smelly, super sketchy and packed full of very drunk locals. Full on, a great experience, but so intense I was ready to leave after a few beers.
Harare was clearly once a very attractive city – boulevards lined with jacaranda trees, lots of green areas and large properties – but today is largely neglected and run down. I utilised most of the time we had there to get this blog more up to date; that’s how I made it from Australia to Cambodia so quickly.
On leaving the capital, we drove past Uncle Bob’s mansion and, after giving him the finger, drove northeast towards the Mozambique border.
We only spent 24 hours in Mozambique, transiting through the Tete Corridor on the way to Malawi. $30 for the visa though, unfortunately. Not much to see really, the town of Tete was polluted; rubbish everywhere and thick smog. Some of the villages we drove past looked lovely though; traditional mud huts arranged around a central communal area with a few animals. Everyone waved at us with huge grins on their faces as we whizzed by. One of the only things about this sort of trip that I don’t like is not being able to stop whenever you want in places like this. A small price to pay for all of the amazing experiences we’ve had, however, if I was overlanding with my own vehicle, I’d do it at a fraction of the pace and spend lots of time in little communities, really getting to know the way of life.