After posting two stories from last year’s trip to North Korea, I’m back to blog about this year’s trip to Africa. 

After visiting Matopo National Park in the middle of Zimbabwe, I took the train north to Victoria Falls, on the border with Zambia. The train ride was fairly pleasant and I awoke at dawn to watch the sunrise over Hwange National Park.

The train eventually rolled into Victoria Falls and I walked to Shoestring Backpackers. On the way I was accosted by a number of hawkers selling tours, t-shirts, crappy souvenirs, and bank notes for trillions of Zimbabwean dollars. It was annoying and would only get more annoying as the days went on.

I checked into the hostel and walked around town, making my way through the packs of hawkers to the Falls. Zimbabwe had proven very expensive so far and I wanted something cheap to do, so I was disappointed that to even see the Falls cost $30. What a rip-off… or so I thought.

When I got inside and actually had my first look one of the Seven Wonders of the World, I no longer regretted paying the money. It was well worth every penny. I spent the next three hours wandering around the park, looking at the Falls from every angle.

It’s known as the “Smoke that Thunders” because the sound of water is deafening and the mist rises way into the air like smoke. While I was there, there actually was thunder and it the water was too loud to hear it at first, but then the lightning came and I made for cover. I grabbed a beer at the cafe and the rain poured down. I hadn’t noticed the rain because the mist was so thick.