We were given a long weekend free to explore Zambia. Our choice of destination was Livingstone. Home to Victoria Falls, it took a seven hour bus journey and a short taxi ride to reach our home for three nights.
Our first activity was to see the falls. Nothing can prepare you for the sensation of getting close to them. The sound of cascading water plummeting 100m into an abyss of vapour, churning water, and jagged rocks, the feel of that vapour flying up into the air, drawing a cool breeze behind it and leaving a trail of fine spray on the ground and all who venture too close to the edge. We were there in the dry season, when the falls are ‘a trickle’, and yet it seemed an impossibility that such a vast quantity of water could exist in the upper Zambezi river above to feed the hungry falls and Devil’s Pool below.
Our path then took us to the cliff edge of the falls from the side of the upper Zambezi. A very peaceful expanse of water greeted our eyes as we fumbled through the bush to the water’s edge. It was remarkable that such peacefully flowing water would, in seconds, become part of the chaos of the falls.
The following day Steven and I went white-water rafting. An adrenaline filled morning later we returned to the hostel to await the return of Anna and Alex who had gone on an elephant safari, and lion encounter. I would like to describe in far more detail the feeling of travelling down the massive rapids, but am very pushed for time; our last few days in Zambia have taken an unexpected turn. Instead of spending our last two days teaching at the academy, we have been given the opportunity to travel to a small village some 3 hours north of Lusaka, in order to do some outreach work. We hope to produce a blog post once we return to Lusaka giving our impressions of music in this isolated, rural place.