Today is the six-year anniversary of the day I moved to London. I can’t believe how quickly the time has gone by! Not surprisingly, I’m spending my day traveling (and being thankful that I’m avoiding the crazy storm in London!). I suppose it’s a fitting way to celebrate given that my move to the UK also meant the launch of the A Lady in London blog, which has taken me all over the world.
There is no water at Victoria Falls. At least that’s why my safari guide in Zambia tells me. I laugh at what I think is his joke, but he doesn’t crack a smile. “Really,” he insists, “there is no water. The rains failed last year, and they haven’t started this year, so the falls are dry.” I pause, skeptical. He is probably exaggerating, or at least saying this from the perspective of someone that has seen the falls many times. I don’t worry too much about it. Yet.
I’m scared I won’t make it to Zimbabwe. The friend I’m traveling with has offered to drive us to Victoria Falls from Lusaka, and—thinking an African road trip will be a fun adventure—I agree to it. But I have forgotten one small thing: driving in Africa is a bit more of an adventure than I remember.
It’s hot in Mfuwe. I feel the heat rising off the airstrip as soon as the plane touches down. “October is called ‘Suicide Month’ in Zambia,” my friend tells me. “It’s hot, and the scarcity of water means that the game viewing is amazing.” We are headed to South Luangwa National Park, and I can’t wait to see the wildlife.