Or as Anna insists on calling it, "Victoria's Falls."
We put some serious miles on our car and took a big old trip to Zambia and Zimbabwe to see Victoria Falls. It truly was a sight to see. Rainy season is just ending and the amount of water going over the falls was just amazing. The falls are so huge that it is impossible to get any photos of the whole thing. What you can see from Mike's pix are just different sections of a huge strip. The water is falling over Zambia into Zimbabwe. And the noise is just indescribable. William and I ventured to a section of the trail aptly named "danger point", where you are forewarned to go further at your own risk. The trail is beyond slippery and there are no railings, fences or any other barriers.
The kids were nearly perfectly dry just before this picture was taken. A single gust of wind was all it took to drench EVERYONE. Luckily it was a warm day otherwise it would have been miserably cold.
Anna was absolutely TERRIFIED to cross this bridge. This photo is on our way back, the initial crossing she was even further up my body and hanging on even tighter. Smart girl though, the bridge was incredibly slippery and there is nothing to hold onto except for some slimy vertical metal rails.
After two nights at Victoria Falls we drove further south into Zimbabwe and visited Hwange Game Park - which was totally devoid of game (except for the two birds at the end of this post). Rainy season is NOT the time to visit game parks. We knew this so were not overly disappointed. The park was beautiful (Zimbabwe was beautiful) and we stayed in an absolutely lovely tented camp. 
Yes, this frog really was in my bed. I pulled back the covers and nearly put my head on this guy. The next night (and different camp) there was yet another frog in my bed (no one else had this happen to them. Hmmmmm).
Did I forget to mention that Mike got arrested in Zimbabwe! So, we got stopped at a police/military roadblock (all the rage in Africa) and apparently Zimbabwe requires little strips of white reflector tape to be on the front bumper. Mike apologized for not having the tape and said that he would remedy the situation when we got to the nearest town. The police kept insisting "but you need it now."
Finally Mike says, "I understand I need this tape but I don't have it. What do i need to do to continue on my journey."
Police - "ahhh, you are now under arrest."
Mike - "what exactly does that mean?"
Lynn - (silently in my head) "This is awesome. Can you imagine the traffic this will generate on my blog if i get a photo of Mike in a Zimbabwean jail."
In the end, the police simply took Mike's passport over to his supervisor who was lounging under a shady mango tree. Whatever was discussed resulted on us being waved on to continue our journey.
Less than 50 days to go before we leave Malawi. Not that Mike is counting.......
