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Up at six for another big breakfast and by 7 we are on the road. Ken discovers that he has left his hat at home in Lilongwe. As long as that's the most important thing he's forgotten . . . We stop at various roadside traders to try and buy one, but he can't find one that fits. We buy a baobab fruit instead, for 500ZK. Baobab fruit is what cream of tartar is made from. It is the size of a melon with an odd texture, but a pleasant taste. We each have a piece, and return the rest to the seller, to his obvious amusement.

Day 3. Mon 19th April - The road to Victoria Falls.

DaveMidgley
2005-10-22 10:02:50

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nets I've ever seen.* We head for the bar where we are joined by an inquisitive vervet monkey. (According to Ken male monkeys' balls turn blue in the winter, but the Vervet is the only species whose balls are blue all the year round - we suspect he may be taking the piss!).

Livingstone and Vic Falls is real tourist country. There is a multitude of excursions available for the next day, but to my, and Ken's, great disappointment white water rafting is not on the list, as the river is too high. Blondie and I opt for the early morning Rhino walk in Mosi-oa-Tunja Zoological Park. I also want to fit in the flight over the falls in a Tiger Moth (so does Ken, but only if it's free - as a tour guide he sometimes gets a complimentary place on things, but somehow I think an aeroplane flight won't be one of them). Sunshine and Pirate pick a lie in, followed by a helicopter flight, after which Pirate announces that he wants to do a bungy jump from the bridge, allegedly the highest bungy jump in the world. We agree to all meet up at the falls at 2:00.

Ken decides he wants to see the falls before bed, so Blondie and I go with him. By the time we get to the falls it is five minutes to closing time, but Ken, in his usual inimitable fashion, turns this to our advantage by convincing the guy on the turnstile, who doesn't want to let us in at all, that we just want a quick look, and as it's not worth charging us for five minutes, he might as well let us in for nothing Not only does he fall for this, but he lets us take our beer in too, and the three of us have sundowners in the roar and spray of the mighty Zambesi. Ken is stressed after the long drive and really enjoys the wind down.

Sunshine and Pirate retire, but Ken decides to hit the JD after the long drive, so Blondie and I keep him company until about 11 o'clock. Although we do not attempt to match him drink for drink, we keep our ends up fairly well, and are fairly mellow by the time we stagger back to our chalets.

*Not as good as Charlotte's in Lilongwe though.

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