Back to Zambia

Wake up, pack everything, head for the border.  This meant I got to walk back over Victoria Falls bridge and see the canyon once again, 350 deep.  At the border I run into some people from the Zimbabwe hostel, and we split a cab back to Livingstone.  Getting back to Livingstone, the town where I stayed 4 nights while resolving bank issues, was a nice homecoming.  Several of my friends were there, including Nick and Zuulfa, the Australian couple 14 months into their years-long African trip.  They'd adopted a pet chameleon, Sid, and fed him flies.  Later a few of us tried Livingston's Mexican restaurant.  It was . . . a nice effort.