|View of Victoria Falls from the Zimbabwe side|
The airport was tiny and aging. It very likely had the same signage as the day it was built, but it got the job done. The security was incredibly disorganized and it took us nearly an hour to get through customs. Nevertheless, we were in Zimbabwe. Quickly after finding a cab (more like the driver found us), the warm and dry weather transformed itself into a strong downpour of rain. So this is how it’s going to be? I’ll take it.
|Wasn’t sure if I was going to make it…|
With no time to spare, we quickly put on our hiking attire and ventured out to Victoria Falls. Words can’t describe how amazing they were. It’s apparent why it is one of the Seven Wonders of the World. God’s hand print was clearly on every square-footage of the falls. A rainbow acted as a bridge over the gorge connecting Zimbabwe to Zambia, and could be seen from every direction. We got absolutely drenched—it was an unbelievably freeing experience. Our child-like excitement radiated through the falls.
|Canopy zip-line tour|
That’s correct, I followed through with every commitment I made and even did another activity! Our first activity consisted of a zip-line canopy tour. As I looked down at one of the lines resembling dental floss, I ensured that we indeed would NOT be going across that. The friendly and charming instructor said no, not until line 8. I’m sorry, what? This piece of string was stretched from one side of the gorge to the other, and it was the highest line in the tour. Commence my panic attack. I felt a similar sensation to when I was just eight years-old and someone (whom I thought was a friend) double-dog-dared me to go off the high-dive—but this was worse. As we made our way up the rocky path, I realized that I really didn’t have much to lose and that the whole purpose of the day was to go out of my comfort zone. We arrived at the first line and I was slightly relieved to see that it was enclosed with greenery. It felt as though I would have a cushion if for some reason my harness magically detached. Unfortunately for me, the ladies go first is a rule followed by most men in Africa, and these instructors (TK and Sabi) were no exception. With a light-hearted tone, TK shouted “enjoy, I’ll see you on the other side!” before zipping off into the green abyss. The sound of increased speed on the cord made me even more nervous. As Sabi hooked me up, he told me to let go and for the life of me, I couldn’t! I tested the harness to make sure it could hold all my weight (why wouldn’t it?) and realized that I could sit comfortably and trust the tight-fitted gear. OK Christina, quit this nonsense. I said a quick prayer, let go, and traveled into the lush greenery with just a peek of the gorge before arriving to the other side.
|Victoria Falls Hotel|
That was it? THAT WAS AWESOME!!!! At that moment, I realized I overcame yet another senseless fear and thoroughly enjoyed the rest of the canopy tour. It was so fun to experience it with Brian. We approached the 8th and highest line, and I was ready. Just by listening to me, you would have thought I was a completely different person. The experience was exhilarating and not scary in the least. When it came time for Brian to do the flying fox, I looked at the gear, and back at the line, and asked if I could take his place—he had the swing to look forward to, after all. I was told to do a running start and just fly in the air. Pardon me? Without allowing my fears get the best of me, I did it. I flew in the air over the gorge at an elevation even higher than the line before. All I could think about in that moment was two things—1) God is good, and 2) I can’t believe I’m hanging off a line in the middle of the gorge at Victoria Falls. Is this what the crazy dude who walked across the Grand Canyon felt? Most likely not, he was probably more collected, and he wasn’t even strapped to anything!
|The beautiful wild mushroom ravioli|
The adventure ended with Brian doing the swing. Let me start by saying, swing is an understatement. This isn’t something I used sit on during recess as I worked to get higher than the swing-set bar. This was nothing like that. The swing was basically a bungee cord, but rather than being strapped to your feet, it’s strapped to a harness, and you drop—in Brian’s case you drop backwards. You drop straight down for who knows how many meters before it decides you’ve been tortured enough, only to swing you back and forth—dangling like a tooth ripped from your mouth by the power of a door-nob. From my perspective, it looked like he was only a couple inches from the rocks and even closer to the water. The scream that he emitted sounded as intense as my scream on the zip line (only his was warranted). Before Brian dropped, Sabi told us that this is what separates the boys from the men. I’ve definitely got a good man. I don’t know whether I’m concerned or proud that he did that. No, I’m definitely proud of him.
|Tea cup and kettle…|
We finished the afternoon with lunch and high tea at the famous Victoria Falls Hotel. Known for being the hotel for the royals and celebrities, it had colonial marks all over it. This is the most luxurious hotel in the area and while we couldn’t find enough pocket change to stay there, we still experienced the most important parts—the grounds, the view, and the food! While seated outside and looking out at the falls, we enjoyed our delicious meals. I had the wild-mushroom ravioli and Brian enjoyed a crocodile tail salad. I could tell the ravioli was made in-house. It was stuffed to the brim with meaty mushrooms! It was, by far, the best mushroom ravioli I’ve tasted. The salad was amazing as well. The crocodile was pan-fried with a texture resembling calamari and a meaty white fish. Cubes of mild cheese were tossed in to balance the spice of the crocodile. While looking at the dessert menu, we realized that high tea had just begun. Why stop at the gluttony now? Instead of dessert, we ordered the high tea. I chose the earl grey and Brian ordered the local black tea. We each had our own silver tea-kettles and nibbled on the goodies that sat delicately on a silver three-tier tray. At the top, finger sandwiches—cucumber, smoked chicken salad, and tiny smoked salmon rolls with a small mound of caviar on top. The middle tier consisted of the sweets—lemon tarts, strawberry short cake meringues, and rich chocolate tarts topped with whipped cream. The lowest tier had scones topped with thin coats of powdered sugar, served with whipped cream and strawberry marmalade. We split half of everything only to save the rest for later. With our eyes and stomachs beyond satisfied, we walked back to our hotel to catch the bus for the sunset cruise. We saw many, many birds, and a few yawning hippos.
Sunday, we ventured to Zambia to experience the falls from another perspective and got even more soaked than before. By Sunday evening, we were back in our small apartment feeling stronger than when we left with only our memories and pictures to show for the trip. That weekend was by far one of the best weekends we’ve ever had. It was filled with gorgeous landscapes, amazing food, and exhilarating experiences.
Until next time…Cheers!