7 hour bus ride -ask me about it sometime when I'm back home- and we make it to Livingstone, Zambia's side of Victoria Falls. Staying at probably the best hostel in Africa, a little place called Jollyboys. A pool, plenty of patios and places to sit around, a bar area with a tv, and lots of other travellers. On the first full day, me and my Japanese friend Yoichiro took a guided tour along the edge of Victoria Falls, a massive and completely impressive gorge where the Zambezi river hits sheer cliff dropping over 300 feet into a canyon. The falls are very long, and you can't see all the way down because the mist thrown up by the falls is too dense. We hiked along the edge, wading knee-deep through parts. At the end of this hike we jumped into a spot called the Devil's Pool, a small hot-tub sized spot without any current. Right in the middle of a cataract, right at the edge.
And then I went to the ATM, but Chase had shut me down. Someone jacked by debit card info, and Chase is utterly confused by the existence of foreign countries, and especially the presence of their clients in these strange and unknown places. They assured me they would send a new card to Martinez, California within 5-7 days. When I asked if they could send a card to Zambia, they used a tone indicating that I was the dumbass. (Expletives deleted).
But the day wasn't over, even if the cash flow was. Some Australians with a car invited me and a few other kids to go watch the sunset over the gorge. We found a completely random spot over the rapids, also about 300 feet up, and the 6 of us watched the sun set over Zambia. Hell of a day.
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