Woke up at 6.30 because I was so overwhelmed with excitement about seeing the Victoria Falls—nothing to do with the fact that I didn't get on too well with my so-called bed.
Before we got a bus to the falls, we had to get some breakfast, as the rest house had run out of food. Unfortunately there didn't seem to be anywhere open, it being a Sunday. This meant that we had to eat at the Fairmont Hotel, which we knew would be expensive. Olly and I had what they called an American Breakfast for K514.25. It was supposed to include croissants, but instead we were presented with miniature scones. When we pointed out to the waiter the fact that there was not a croissant in sight, he adamantly insisted that they were croissants.
When we finally got to the falls, we were not disappointed. It was a fantastic sight. The spray from the bottom was thrown much higher than the 100m-high source. There were also quite a few rainbows, as it was a beautiful, cloudless day. We got drenched walking along the cliff-top, obtaining different views of the water, but it was well worth it.
Victorial Falls.
The most amazing thing about Victoria Falls is their length. We could not see an end to the waterfall where we were, but they seemed to stretch for miles. The height is incredible too: the water seems to fall in slow motion.
As soon as we arrived back in town, the four of us headed for the Livingstone Museum. It was not quite as awe-inspiring as the falls to say the least. The museum seemed to be a jumble of archaeological artefacts from several prehistoric and historic periods.
While sitting in the rest house's beer garden, we had a pleasant surprise. We were drinking soda, as we were extremely thirsty, but we knew we couldn't afford many more due to our cashflow problems. Shortly after we had finished our bottle of Tarino, two more were brought to us by the waiter. It turned out that the owner of the place had popped in, seen us, and promptly instructed the waiter to "take those two whites a drink."
After polishing off our free refreshment, we strolled across the dusty square to a crappy little restaurant and ordered Chicken and Rice with two Cokes. Instead we were brought Chicken with Nshima and the woman there attempted to pour us two cups of tea. The meal was shit: Nshima has no taste and the rest of the dish was stone cold. I didn't manage to get much further than half way through mine.
We returned to the rest house with enough money for a beer each, but they didn't have any.
Started feeling rather ill before I went to bed. Had to go to the toilet three times in 1½ hours, each time with diarrhoea. Olly had similar symptoms.
Before we got a bus to the falls, we had to get some breakfast, as the rest house had run out of food. Unfortunately there didn't seem to be anywhere open, it being a Sunday. This meant that we had to eat at the Fairmont Hotel, which we knew would be expensive. Olly and I had what they called an American Breakfast for K514.25. It was supposed to include croissants, but instead we were presented with miniature scones. When we pointed out to the waiter the fact that there was not a croissant in sight, he adamantly insisted that they were croissants.
When we finally got to the falls, we were not disappointed. It was a fantastic sight. The spray from the bottom was thrown much higher than the 100m-high source. There were also quite a few rainbows, as it was a beautiful, cloudless day. We got drenched walking along the cliff-top, obtaining different views of the water, but it was well worth it.
Victorial Falls.The most amazing thing about Victoria Falls is their length. We could not see an end to the waterfall where we were, but they seemed to stretch for miles. The height is incredible too: the water seems to fall in slow motion.
As soon as we arrived back in town, the four of us headed for the Livingstone Museum. It was not quite as awe-inspiring as the falls to say the least. The museum seemed to be a jumble of archaeological artefacts from several prehistoric and historic periods.
While sitting in the rest house's beer garden, we had a pleasant surprise. We were drinking soda, as we were extremely thirsty, but we knew we couldn't afford many more due to our cashflow problems. Shortly after we had finished our bottle of Tarino, two more were brought to us by the waiter. It turned out that the owner of the place had popped in, seen us, and promptly instructed the waiter to "take those two whites a drink."
After polishing off our free refreshment, we strolled across the dusty square to a crappy little restaurant and ordered Chicken and Rice with two Cokes. Instead we were brought Chicken with Nshima and the woman there attempted to pour us two cups of tea. The meal was shit: Nshima has no taste and the rest of the dish was stone cold. I didn't manage to get much further than half way through mine.
We returned to the rest house with enough money for a beer each, but they didn't have any.
Started feeling rather ill before I went to bed. Had to go to the toilet three times in 1½ hours, each time with diarrhoea. Olly had similar symptoms.
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