I am still not used to having a skinhead looking back at me out of the shaving mirror at 7.00 a.m. Not much I can do about it now, though.
Breakfast was at 0800. Pancakes and maple syrup. 'Nuff said. Maryke took on the role of mum doling out pocket money, our $30 pp entrance fee to the falls, this time on the Zimbabwean side. We stroll down en masse at approx 0900. It's not far at all, maybe twenty minutes. The guys on the footpath trying to persuade us into buying all manner of carving were not too in-your-face, and gave up after two or three desultory attempts. As did the chap trying to convince us that a one-billion somethings banknote would be my best-ever purchase.
This side certainly has the better deal. The views are so much more impressive than from the Zambian aspect, and more of them. Also, the whole area is tended and presented so much better. Those who had done the hairy, falls-edge swim the previous morning were able to pick out their route to the pool, and could see some of today's participants making their way across. A fine morning was topped off with a splendid milk shake at the gatehouse eaterie. I guess that doesn't come as a shock, readers.
Back to the truck for lunch and a doze, laundry etc etc. and an extremely lazy afternoon by the pool. Tomorrow we have much the same sort of day, and there are mumblings that we would rather have had one fewer day here, and a day spent in another part of Zimbabwe, en route to Chobe in Botswana.
A few of the group returned to the falls in the evening to do a special full-moon visit. No good for someone with iffy eyesight, so I gave it a miss. As it turned out, the authorities at the falls recognised that there was not actually a moon on view on the cloud-covered evening, and the event did not take place.
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