Victoria Falls Travel Blog› entry 9 of 14 › view all entries
It starts to really sink in just how bad things have become in Zimbabwe when I change dollars for their currency and realize it doesn't even look like money - in fact it has an expiration date that has already passed! My taxi driver assures me that it is still valid. I'm staring at all the zeros on the "bills" and realize I can't even count this high. The driver keeps looking at me in the rear view mirror and asks why I even bothered to come here at all.
My hotel is a mostly sad affair with a semi-clean pool - seen some better days in the past I imagine. My next two nights I decide to stay in a backpacker guesthouse that consists of african-styled bungalows in a tropical setting. Very nice! The falls are just amazing. I find a location on the Zambian side where I can see about 8 of the falls at once.
My last morning, I walked down the path past some ant hills that are taller than me to The Big Tree, a thousand year old baobob tree, and some other large ones like it. A few self-proclaimed 'guards' of the trees (whatever that's supposed to mean) keep coming up to me trying to hustle some money out of me. It's getting old, so I head back to the guesthouse and check out for my flight.