The day after rafting was spent relaxing. Your body can only take so much adrenaline before it insists on switching itself off.
We took a slow ride to view the infamous Victoria Falls. Yes, we had been in area for three days and only got to the falls on our fourth.
It was a little disappointing on the Zambian side, unfortunately the eastern cataract only flows in wet season and we were bang in the driest season. Anyway, Marc and I paid our 10USD and entered the park.
The previous day a tour guide tragically lost his life after saving his client near the edge of the falls at Livingstone Island. After rescuing his client he lost his footing and the Zambezi swept him to his death over Victoria Falls. This happens more often in the dry season, when people push their luck to get as close to the edge as possible. In the wet season they wouldn’t dare venture to the edge. In the wet season the Zambian side of the falls must be impressive.
We made it back to the Waterfront in time for the infamous booze cruise. A quick shower and one drink at the bar before boarding. We made arrangements to meet Matt and Michelle on the cruise and Joel and Shivon would meet us all when we got back to the Waterfront.
The booze cruise started off civil, viewing elephants swimming across the Zambezi River and Hippopotamus grunting at the boat then submerging into the depths. The sun started sinking below the horizon and the atmosphere on the cruise changed from civil to wild as the booze started flowing and the sounds of the African bush were dampened by the laughter of people and friends.
