Vic Falls revisted

Went back to the falls the next day. It couldn't possibly have the magic that it had when experienced on my own, but it was still awesome and we had a good time. The wind must have changed, as it wasn't nearly so wet. Although sitting at danger point still had a saturing effect.

We stayed in town for a few days. Went out for a couple of good meals - warthog, impala, crocodile and ostrich all went down very well.

Lots of our group went bungee jumping, and again I longed to jump. But too late in the day. Hey, ho, maybe next time - I should be back at Vic Falls in a couple of months.

The whole group booked on to a sunset cruise (for sunset, read booze), which was only mildly scenic, but great fun nonetheless. It all got more exciting when the engines failed and we drifted helplessly downstream towards the thundering falls. No, not really. So we made our own, strange, entertainment.

The evening carried on in a beery vein when we got back to the campsite. Lots of people decided to go swimming, but I chose to sit and sip quietly. Then noticed Nick and Sam striding purposefully towards me - I just had time to rip off my shorts and shirt before being hurled into the pool. Fun and games in the pool, then later back in the bar... more fun and games. 'Truth or dare' soon became 'truth or truth', though I don't think anyone was called upon to reveal anything we didn't already know. Hugs and kisses were freely given by the lovely boys. Sam appeared naked, clutching his shorts and shirt and asking if anyone had seen his clothes. Or was that another night? Then there was the evening in the truck with Nick and his guitar...

There were a few green faces as the boys poured themselves onto the truck in the morning.

So we left Vic Falls, a place of rapture by day and partying by night, and headed for Botswana.