Greetings one and all. This message is coming to you from Lusaka, the
\n nerve centre of quiet, peaceful and more or less desolate Zambia, a Southern
\n African country just north of Zimbabwe. We landed in Zambia somewhat by
\n accident. You see, it all started at the Zimbabwean border not so long
\n ago. <\/p>\n
As we left South Africa with our hearts warmed by the hospitality of
\n its people, particularly the Bekkers and Viersters (noted in prior emails),
\n and entered Zim a little wary due to the much-publicized conflict arising
\n out of its recent elections, we were greeted by a friendly Zimbabwean
\n border official who asked whether we desired a single or multiple-entry
\n visa. We weighed the pro's and con's: Sali, the nest-builder that
\n she is, decided it best that we pass through Zim as quickly as possible,
\n lest we lost our opportunity to build our future nest in a post-election
\n squabble; I, the budget-minded one, found it morally reprehensible that
\n we might waste funds on the more expensive multiple-entry option when
\n we had no intention of returning to Zimbabwe. So, for differing reasons,
\n we found common ground and unanimously opted for a single-entry visa.
\n The border official dutifully completed the paperwork in triplicate and,
\n upon completion, asked our plans in Zimbabwe. <\/p>\n
We came for two reasons, we told him: to see Victoria Falls, one of
\n the seven natural wonders of the world, and to relax on Lake Kariba, considered
\n a gem of Southern Africa. With great pleasure, our friend pulled out a
\n map of Zimbabwe and outlined possible routes. Only then did we realize
\n that the easiest way to go from Vic Falls to Lake Kariba is to transit
\n through little-known Zambia. In response to this geography lesson, we
\n decided it best to purchase the multiple-entry visa and go along the suggested
\n itinerary. Oh, so sorry, we were told, but he had already completed the
\n paperwork for our single-entry document. Oh well, live and learn, we figured,
\n and we left for Victoria Falls not entirely sure of our future plans.\n <\/p>\n
Vic Falls is all it was cracked up to be: a roaring waterfall of immense
\n power that kicks up mist which engulfs the verdant foliage and all nearby
\n tourists; high above the spray, a rainbow arches atop the chasm that forms
\n the Falls. Noting that the surrounding greenery enjoys sunshine and water
\n in abundance, Sali confided that if she were a plant, Vic Falls is where
\n she would like to live. <\/p>\n
During our stay at the Falls we learned that Lake Kariba, bounded not
\n only by Zimbabwe but Zambia as well, is equally beautiful on the Zambian
\n side–though not nearly as prepared for tourism. Bidding goodbye to our
\n newfound friend–the country of Zimbabwe–we sought the cool blue waters
\n of Lake Kariba from the Zambian coast. <\/p>\n
As for Zimbabwe and the oft-discussed strife, we found tension in the
\n air but nothing more. Upon discussion with whites and blacks, we found
\n distrust of the government and concern for the future by many. But we
\n also found great pride among its peoples and appreciation for the beauty
\n of the land by all of its inhabitants. While South Africans may decry
\n the happenings in Zimbabwe, Zimbabweans will quickly point out that the
\n number of violent attacks on Zimbabwean farmers at the peak of violent
\n times is surpassed tenfold by the number of attacks on city goers in Johannesburg
\n at any time of the year. <\/p>\n
There is famine in Zimbabwe, or so we had heard, so we stocked up on
\n dry goods before we entered the country, only to be greeted by well-stocked
\n markets at the major stopping points. There is a shortage of petrol in
\n Zimbabwe, we were told, so we entered the country with three full jerry
\n cans. Admittedly, the petrol was of pure quality, causing our car to spit
\n and sputter uphill, but petrol was abundant and cost us half what it cost
\n in South Africa. Indeed, we did not use our stock of petrol until we entered
\n serene, under-developed Zambia, where fuel costs three times what it costs
\n in Zim. <\/p>\n
In sum, our tour of Zimbabwe shot bullets through the misperceptions
\n we had heard about the country, leaving holes in the blanket of fears
\n we clung to upon arrival. Of course, that is not to say that the trouble
\n is over in Zimbabwe (or anywhere in Africa, for that matter). As reverberations
\n of empowerment spread through this continent, Zimbabwe and the rest of
\n Africa will surely experience strife as each country settles into the
\n foundations of its nationhood. <\/p>\n
Okay, I'll get off my soapbox and move on to telling you about Zambia.
\n After a few days on Lake Kariba, where I honed my fire-building techniques,
\n Sali washed the dickens out of our clothes and we both improved our butterfly
\n stroke at the camp's swimming pool, we set out for a campsite along
\n the mighty Zambezi (Africa's fourth largest river behind the Nile,
\n the Congo, and the River Niger). Driving as far as we could go on public
\n land, we found the perfect spot, where the Zambezi meets the Chongwe River
\n and wildlife abounds from both sides. <\/p>\n
Entering this idyllic retreat, I half-expected to see a distinguished-looking
\n man in a white three-piece suit and his half-pint sidekick welcome us
\n to Fantasy Island. Instead, Ann and Bruce, a couple of expats from South
\n Africa living their dreams in the untamed bush of Zambia as managers of
\n the Chongwe River Lodge, directed us to our campsite along the water.
\n Outfitted with a private ablution block (i.e., open-air toilet and shower,
\n each fenced in with thatched walls) and a campsite on the bank of the
\n river, our temporary home could best be described as designed for rustic
\n comfort. The plumbing in the toilet worked great and the shower was prepared
\n upon our request by a worker who carted, via the use of a wheelbarrow,
\n tubs of hot water which he then poured into a 60-litre drum hoisted overhead
\n through the use of a pulley system. <\/p>\n
Nocturnal sounds at the campsite included chirping birds, grunting hippos,
\n screeching baboons and an occasional fish breaking the water's surface
\n to feed. Shining a flashlight across the placid river, one can see brawny
\n hippos powering through the water and the creepy, glowing red eyes of
\n crocodiles. In daylight, elephants traipse through the camp, tugging at
\n trees and ingesting all the shrubbery they can stuff into their hungry
\n mouths. Fiercely herbivorous, elephants eat about 200 kilograms per day
\n (almost 450 pounds) of leaves, branches and roots. In the hot sun, hippos
\n remain submerged in the water up to their eyeballs for most of the day,
\n bobbing up for a periodic breath, and bounce on and off the land sometime
\n after nightfall. <\/p>\n
As for our interactions with the elephants, they were nothing short
\n of spectacular. Literally, they walked among us. Sali and I were drinking
\n our morning coffee one day when one slurped from the river not ten feet
\n from us. The only danger with these generally gentle beasts is if you
\n enter their comfort zone (probably about 35 feet in radius) without permission.
\n After a while, it becomes not too hard to read the animal, so it is unlikely
\n to be confused by its inclinations. However, I did mistake a never-seen-before
\n elephant with the one that Sali and I had met over coffee. That exchange
\n turned out to be a frightful one for yours truly, for when the elephant
\n found me, a stranger, entering his space without proper invitation, he
\n quickly turned from mild-mannered leaf eater to severely agitated wild
\n beast. <\/p>\n
Looking like he was going to stomp me like a grape, this 2-ton wild
\n animal charged. Maybe it was because of my kindly demeanour, maybe it
\n was because of my devilish charm, or maybe it was because I ran like hell.
\n Whatever the reason, the big guy decided I wasn't worth it and stopped
\n after a long moment, and I quickly made my way to the loo. <\/p>\n
Oh, I nearly forget about Silkie, the domesticated Antelope that Bruce
\n and Ann have taken under their wing ever since its mother discarded it
\n at birth due to a cleft hoof. In the bush, any deformity is viewed as
\n too costly to the rest of the group, and the animal is left to fend for
\n itself. But thanks to Ann and Bruce and modern medicine, a vet repaired
\n Silkie’s hoof. However, having become habituated to humans, she
\n likes our company and sticks to the campsite. Silkie was kind enough to
\n chaperone us on all of our nature walks. <\/p>\n
Tourism is growing rapidly in Zambia and everyone has their finger on
\n the pulse of dollars coursing through the veins of the tourist trade.
\n On our second day, the local chieftainess (yes, a woman–duly elected
\n by her tribes people), made an impromptu visit on the lodge to spy on
\n its developments. We don't know the business arrangement exactly,
\n but we do know that she leased the land for 99 years and keeps a watch
\n on it now and then. When the chieftainess arrives, everyone jumps to attention,
\n bowing and scraping as much as possible. <\/p>\n
After several days walking along the Zambezi, talking to the elephants
\n and searching for hippos breaking the surface of the water, we bid farewell
\n to Ann and Bruce–a more amiable couple you will be hard to find–and
\n headed for the somewhat bustling capital of Zambia, Lusaka, which is where
\n we are now. <\/p>\n
Michael and his wife have been driving through Africa since March 2002.\n <\/p>\n
Greetings one and all. This message is coming to you from Lusaka, the nerve centre of quiet, peaceful and more or less desolate Zambia, a Southern African country just north…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":7,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","css_class_manager_body_classes":"","css_class_manager_use_in_post_loop":false},"categories":[2,3],"tags":[68],"class_list":["post-646","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-archive","category-main-article","tag-september-2002"],"yoast_head":"\n