'Scenes so lovely must have been gazed upon by angels'
Livingstone, Zambia.
05.02.2019 - 06.02.2019
Next morning we took an EZ shuttle to the airport and boarded a BA/Com Air flight to Liviingstone, Zambia. On the way we flew past a cloud that I fancifully thought looked like a pig - appropriate for the start of the year of the pig. At one point the pilot announced we would fly over the falls and as the flight was nearly empty we all rushed to one side of the plane to see them. We could only see the spray rising from them far in the distance but we did see the Zambesi River.
Pig shaped cloud.
Flying over the Zambesi River.
When we arrived in Livingstone, we purchased a KAZA visa at immigration for 50 U.S. dollars each. This entitled us to enter Zambia and Zimbabwe as many times as we wanted over a thirty day period. We could also do a day trip to Botswana where we did not need a visa and get back into Zambia or Zimbabwe without purchasing a new visa. We purchased some local money - kwacha at the airport. Then we looked for our transfer. Our accommodation - Gloria's Bed and Breakfast - had arranged for and paid for a taxi to pick us up at the airport. It was not far from the airport to the town.
We were both so glad we had chosen Gloria's Bed and Breakfast. It turned out to be quiet, comfortable and had everything we needed. Gloria herself is a Zambian lady originally from Lusaka. She is married to a white British man called Alan. They have several children who loved to chat with the guests. Gloria helped us sort out all our tours and transport. Nothing was too much trouble for her.
After checking in, we planned to swim then walk into town to explore it and visit the Livingstone Museum. A sudden violent thunder storm put paid to that. When the storm ended, we had a quick swim, got out to dry off and the thunder and torrential rain started again. We did eventually walk into town but it was much later than we had intended and the museum was already closed. Plus being us, although we had been given clear directions, we took the wrong turn at the roundabout and ended up lost. It was getting dark and we had no idea where we were. Suddenly we saw a restaurant called Olga's Italian and went in there and ordered dinner. We had pizza washed down with the local beer which is called Mosi. There were a lot of cats around. We paid no attention to them, though the waiter kept shooing them away. Suddenly when all our food and drink had been cleared away, a cat unexpectedly leapt onto my knee and stuck its claws into my legs. I stood up in shock which made the cat dig in harder. This caused great amusement for the staff and other customers. When I finally got home, my legs were bleeding in four different places. We did not eat there again.
Gloria's Bed and Breakfast.
Gloria's Bed and Breakfast.
Gloria's Bed and Breakfast.
Olga's Italian Restaurant.
Olga's Italian Restaurant.
Olga's Italian Restaurant.
Next day we went into Livingstone again. This time we went the right way. It is a peaceful little town with a lot of churches, some shops and restaurants. There is a very useful huge Spar in the town centre.
Buildings in Livingstone.
Buildings in Livingstone.
Buildings in Livingstone.
No-one bothered us till we got to the museum. That is where people asking for money or trying to sell you things hang out, but we did not let them bother us and went inside. It cost 5 U.S. dollars each to go in. It is not permitted to take photos inside, so I only took them in the central courtyard. The museum has several sections: one on local Zambian life and customs, one on natural history and one on David Livingstone after whom the town is named. There is a statue of David Livingstone outside the museum. The museum has a very reasonably priced gift shop.
I was interested in the part on David Livingstone as he is a fellow Scot. David Livingstone was born on March 19th, 1813 in Blantyre, Lanarkshire, Scotland. His family were poor and Livingstone grew up together with his seven brothers and sisters in a single room. When he was ten, Livingstone was put to work in a cotton mill. When he was an adult, Livingstone met up with Robert Moffat, a Scottish missionary based in southern Africa. Moffat convinced him to become a missionary. Livingstone set sail for Africa arriving in Cape Town on March 14th, 1841. In addition to being a missionary, Livingstone was also an explorer and a passionate supporter of the abolition of slavery. In 1844 during his explorations, Livingstone was mauled by a lion. On November 16th 1885, while exploring the African interior, Livingstone came across a massive waterfall on the Zambezi River. He said of the falls: 'Scenes so lovely must have been gazed upon by angels in their flight.' He named the falls, the Victoria Falls after Queen Victoria. Livingstone died in Chitambo, Zambia, in May 1873. His heart was buried in Africa. The rest of his body was shipped back to England. He was buried in Westminster Abbey on April 18th, 1874.
The Livingstone Museum Courtyard.
Statues outside The Livingstone Museum.
David Livingstone Statue, The Livingstone Museum.
Zambian Mask, The Livingstone Museum.
Mural in the courtyard, The Livingstone Museum.
Mural in the courtyard, The Livingstone Museum.
The Livingstone Museum.
Fountain in the courtyard, The Livingstone Museum.
After visiting the museum, we stocked up with provisions from Spar and walked back home. We had a swim then got ready for what we had come for - a visit to the falls.
We went by taxi and it did not go well at first. Our driver was pulled over by the police and given a fine because I was not wearing a seat belt. The driver was so pleasant and calm about this that we recruited him a few more times on our stay. His name was Enock and he was very nice. The whole incident slowed us down though. When we reached the river Enock was so surprised. "Look at the water," he said. "It's so much higher than it was a few days ago." A visit to the falls is all about timing. Come too early and on the Zambian side the falls can be dry; come too late and there will be so much water you won't be able to see anything for spray. For once in our life I feel we got the timing just right. It cost us 20 U.S. dollars each to go into the falls national park. The first thing we encountered was another David Livingstone statue.
David Livingstone Statue.
Then we saw the falls them self. This is where words fail me. I am not often awestruck, but I can truly say that this was the most magnificent sight I have ever, ever seen. My photos don't do it justice. It was the length of it that was overwhelming. Apparently seventy percent of the falls are in Zimbabwe and thirty percent in Zambia, so if you are in Zambia you are looking at seventy percent of the falls. They seem to stretch on forever.
The Victoria Falls are located on the Zambezi River, which marks part of the border between Zambia and Zimbabwe. The Falls have a length of more than a kilometer and a height of more than hundred meters. Their spray rises to a height of forty metres and can be seen over fifty kilometres away. Their noise is deafening. Local tribes call the waterfall Mosi-o-Tunya “The smoke that thunders”.
First View.
The Victoria Falls.
The Victoria Falls.
The Victoria Falls.
The Victoria Falls.
The Victoria Falls.
The Victoria Falls.
The Victoria Falls.
The Victoria Falls.
The Victoria Falls.
Soaked at The Victoria Falls.
The Zambesi River is crossed by the Victoria Falls Bridge. It is possible to walk across it from Zambia into Zimbabwe. The idea for the bridge came from Cecil Rhodes. It was to form part of his Cape to Cairo railway scheme. He asked his engineers to "build the bridge across the Zambezi where the trains, as they pass, will catch the spray of the Falls". The bridge was prefabricated in England by the Cleveland Bridge & Engineering Company, then shipped out to Africa. It was completed in 1905.
The Victoria Falls Bridge.
The Victoria Falls Bridge.
The Knife edge bridge is a narrow bridge offering stunning views of the Eastern Cataract as well as the Boiling Pot.
The Knife edge bridge.
The Knife edge bridge.
The Knife edge bridge.
The Knife edge bridge.
Viewing the falls we got completely soaked partly from spray and partly because it started pouring while we were there. We did not care we were in raptures over this place.
Some of the paths around the falls are filled with baboons. We were nervous of them at first but relaxed when we saw they had no interest in us.
Baboon.
Peter did so well getting up and down slippery slopes with his walking stick then just as we were about to leave fell over on a flat bit. He cut his hand quite badly. We had intended to visit the Livingstone Hotel after the falls, but instead took him home and patched him up.
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