Taking it Zambezi

Zimbabwe is a strange place run by a strange man named Robert Mugabe, most of you will remember the economic collapse that hit the country in the beginning of this millennium when people would need trillions of Zim-Dollars just to buy a loaf of bread. Today the Zim-Dollar is history, supermarket shelves are stocked once more and the official currency is now the U.S-Dollar, however U.S-Cents don't exist so you will either buy for exact dollar amounts or get your change in South African Rand, Botswana Pula or bubblegum. Once I had arrived in Harare the next problem was finding a cheap room to stay in, this didn't seem to exist but I eventually found an acceptable deal and I could fall asleep in front of my T.V. watching some dismal European Championship football. Early next morning I decided to get out of the capital and head straight for the town of Victoria Falls. The busdrive there was long and delayed but it did provide me with my first sighting of elephants on this trip so I couldn't be too upset. Victoria Falls is a town which feels very artificial and completely centered around the touristtrade that the waterfalls with the same name attract.
I stayed here for four nights taking it easy most of the time, relaxing at the hostel, strolling along the Zambezi river and of course getting up close and personal with the famous body of water. The Victoria Falls or Mosi-oa Tunya which translates to "Smoke That Thunders" in a local language is one of the seven natural wonders of the world but it was even mightier and more breathtaking than I could ever imagine. For once I had also managed to reach a sight at the right time of year as this is when the largest volume of water gushes out of the 1700 meter wide river opening, you can hear the roar and see the enormous tower of water particles from miles away and once you get within viewing distance the spray hits you like a monsoon and soaks you right down to the bone. One day I walked across the most beautiful bordercrossing I have ever seen, as an iron-bridge leads you over a gorge to the Zambian side of the river where I could sit drinking a beer, witnessing the cascades in the background and the crazy bungyjumpers diving towards the Zambezi 111 meters below. Back at the hostel I met Jonathan, Lars and Mattias, three Swedes who had driven their Land Rover which they named Radovan all the way down here from Sweden. They were heading for Botswana next and asked me if I wanted to join, I couldn't think of any reason why not so I took a seat in Radovan and crossed yet another border arriving in the small town of Kasane just before sundown.