This is the
180 degree opposite view, from the balcony of the building
you see above,
looking out over the delta. Adventure awaits down
around the bend on the
meandering channel which leads off to your right.
You'll get there
in a makoro, a dug-out made from a sausage
tree, poled along
by your guide. Our guide Dix is in the photo, taking
my parents out;
he lost his own father to the jaws of a hippo, doing the
same job many
Deb and I pose in front of a 1,500 year old boabab
tree on the banks of
the river that flows over Victoria Falls.
We visited a crocodile ranch, where Deb considered taking one homeas a pet, but was persuaded that she already has a large enough menagerie at home...
It's a good thing that I dissuaded her. Little crocs soon grow up to be really big ones. Mind you, in Zimbabwe, that's no problem: they simply become steaks, purses, leather belts...
Zimbabwean's also know how to keep the tourists under control.
we hooked up by pure co-incidence with Calvin Peters,
who teaches at
Trinity College in Toronto, and we visited the Great
Perhaps Africa pried
part of Calvin's deep inner nature, or perhaps it was just
the Mefloquin. I
have no excuse, I get this way on a regular basis.
Your humble werewolf photographer/videographer
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