Guest post II from Ian and Katie

(We know you're not really interested in everything we did, but it has pictures...)

We knew it was rainy season before we arrived, and our luck held with our decision to visit the Falls on Saturday. Most days there has been a heavy shower in the early afternoon, but Saturday stayed fine in preparation for a very rainy Sunday. The rain had raised the river levels to make the Falls spectacular.

The length of the Falls and the fact that they straddle the Zam-Zim border makes it impossible to see the entire width (except from the air, which we discounted on cost grounds). Even so the first view of the edge of the Falls was impressive. A network of paths and bridges allows visitors to view the Falls from various different angles, with the closer bridges immersed in spray (think monsoon rain) from time to time. My camera got drenched and the display broke (I thought it was a goner, but dried out and recovered the next day).You can also climb down to the base of the Falls (the boiling pot) and look up at the Falls and the border road / rail bridge far above. The outer scenic path stops right next to the border bridge, and
as we arrived the sun broke through allowing us to see the famous rainbows formed in the spray. A Zimbabwean trinket seller had enterprisingly stepped through the razor wire to tempt us with offers of copper bracelets and 50-million-billion dollar bills (or something like that). Tempting though his shortcut was, we walked back and exited Zambia through the official border post (the bridge itself is a no-mans land). For our efforts we got a scrap of paper with the number 3 scribbled on it and an official stamp, which the border post collected and waved us through. 20 minutes later we were back at the other side of the razor wire short-cut and strode out onto the bridge. As well as a great view of the Falls and gorge below, there is a bungie jump platform in the middle of the bridge. After refreshments (but no jump) at the nearby cafe, we headed back through the border control, merely having to say we had been on the bridge to gain entry back into Zambia.

Another expert taxi negotiation later (Emily has definitely got the knack), we arrived at “The Waterfront” hotel for drinks and food. No sunset this time, but still a very nice evening looking over the river at dusk.