We decide to walk down "town" (Vic Falls is not really a town, more a bunch of houses along a road). The nicely dressed hotel boy looks at us with hissed eye brows. "But Madam, we have taxis out here." As if we had never heard of them. Roland needs a haircut, and a shave. We spend some time walking up and down the street, asking locals who points us in all kinds of directions. We have almost given up when a guy overhears us. He is a guide, probably from Great Britain judging from his pronunciation. Easy as a bit of carrot cake! In the salon besides Roland sits a young woman, she is having her natural black curly hair replaced by a black very not curly at all wig that is sawn onto her scull (not to the very scull but to the very short curls). I am thinking, in the Northern Hemisphere a young woman with straight blond hair is putting curlers to make it less straight.
Back at our lodge. Don't understand why they bother producing hot water in this country. Cold showers are great! Dress up in one of my two dresses i brought for this trip (next time I will bring only one), going back to have dinner with Bryan and Colleen on that fancy hotel. Last time before heading out in the bush. It is one of them big, grand, buffés. Don't really approve of those, but the sushi is very nice, so is the company and the bush man/woman entertainment going on with black thunder and yellow lightnings as a dramatic back ground. Luckily the rain did not come because we were all sitting outside. Heading back to Flat and Black Lodge (with a cab yes), electricity is out again, so, another night with no fan in 30+ C (good training for six nights in a tent where there definitely will be no fan available).
Zimbabwe school children waiting patiently at the entrance of the falls
Victoria Falls
Shade, a good book, a pool to cool down. Who could ask for more?
