Zanzibar is well known for all their spices and back in the day, they used to be a major supplier of spices. Even though it's not the case today, you can still go on a tour of a spice plantation and see all the spices that are grown on the island. Since we only had one night in Stone Town we wanted to make sure we got the spice tour in. After setting our bags down, sorting out our laundry situation, we grabbed the cameras and went on spice tour.
I must say, it was such an incredible experience. I don't think Arnold or myself was expecting to be blown away by the tour. It was just us two and our guide and his helper. They would pick leaves and bark off trees for us and then we would try and guess what spice it was by the smell. In their plantation they grew: cinnamon, lemon grass, coffee, vanilla, pepper, cloves, curry, aloe, plus lots of fruit (and more spices I can't remember). They know everything about all the plants around them and how each plant cures different sicknesses and acts as their own local grown pharmacy.
The people in the village are very, very poor, but so unbelievable smart. In Canada we have everything at our finger tips, but I could never in a million years walk into the forest and know what berries to eat, let alone which ones would cure my stomach ache. We spent two hours in the spice plantation, smelling the various spices and then sampling all the fruit that they grew (Coconut cut straight from the tree and into our mouths). After the tour was over, we had a traditional lunch, served with all the spices that they grow and more fruit. The fruit in Africa, is probably some of the most amazing fruit you could ever have. It is soooo good! We left the tour blown away by what we saw. Our guide for the tour was my age and could already speak 5 languages and knew how to clot the blood from a cut by using the sap from a plant. Definitely the best $25 we have spent.
Love Melissa and Arnold
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Wednesday, April 6, 2011
28 Hours in Jo'Burg
On our last night in Zambia we were checking our emails and trying to check into our flights for the following day (Livingstone to Jo'Burg and then Jo'Burg to Dar), and Arnold noticed he had received an email from the airline. They were informing us that they had cancelled our flight from Jo'Burg to Dar and graciously put us on the next flight, the following day!!! Needless to say, we were not happy. We had pre-booked (and paid for everything) for our first 24 hours in Tanzania. So our hotel rooms (one night in Dar, one night in Stone Town), our flight from Dar to Stone Town, our airport pick ups and transfter, etc etc.
After trying to do everything in our power to get us back into Tanzania for the following night, we realized that it wasn't going to happen and that we needed to start emailing the hotels and airlines and seeing if they could bump our reservations by a day and hope that we didn't lose out on the money that we already spent. After doing all that, the next task at hand was to book a hotel in Jo'Burg for the 28 hours that we were going to be there. Scary? Yes, but I have come to realize that I LOVE LOVE LOVE South Africa. It is honestly, my home away from home. After the initial dissapointment passed, I was excited to spend more time in SA even if it was in Jo'Burg. While we were in SA I got hooked on the Chai Teas from Mugg & Bean so I couldn't wait to get back and have as many as I could in the next 28 hours (which was sadly only two).
So what did we do for our 28 hours in the big ol' scary city of Jo'Burg? Well went to the movies of course - not once, but TWICE. hahah. I was too scared to venture far from the hotel and it turned out that there was a mall (that was somewhat ghetto) with a theatre in it right near us, so it all worked out perfectly. So now when people ask what I thought of Jo'Burg, I will tell them that I thought it was lovely ;)
As for the movies we saw - hahah lets just say they weren't very good. One was an Alien one - Battle of LA or something, and the other one was a local SA film "Game Drive" haha ... They were both equally bad, but it was really nice to go watch a movie - sort of felt like we were back home.
One last thing worthy of being mentioned, is at the mall they had an ice rink, yep an ice rink, right in the middle. Arnold nearly died. There were a bunch of (old) guys playing hockey when we were there - exactly like Arnold does back at home with all the boys. He wanted to put on skates, right then and there and jump on the ice with them. While we were waiting for our shuttle after the movie, one of the guys came out with his hockey bag with a big "Hockey Canada" patch on it - Arnold's face was priceless.
So that was how we spent our last 28 hours in SA and in Jo'Burg. Turned out not so bad after all.
Love Melissa and Arnold
After trying to do everything in our power to get us back into Tanzania for the following night, we realized that it wasn't going to happen and that we needed to start emailing the hotels and airlines and seeing if they could bump our reservations by a day and hope that we didn't lose out on the money that we already spent. After doing all that, the next task at hand was to book a hotel in Jo'Burg for the 28 hours that we were going to be there. Scary? Yes, but I have come to realize that I LOVE LOVE LOVE South Africa. It is honestly, my home away from home. After the initial dissapointment passed, I was excited to spend more time in SA even if it was in Jo'Burg. While we were in SA I got hooked on the Chai Teas from Mugg & Bean so I couldn't wait to get back and have as many as I could in the next 28 hours (which was sadly only two).
So what did we do for our 28 hours in the big ol' scary city of Jo'Burg? Well went to the movies of course - not once, but TWICE. hahah. I was too scared to venture far from the hotel and it turned out that there was a mall (that was somewhat ghetto) with a theatre in it right near us, so it all worked out perfectly. So now when people ask what I thought of Jo'Burg, I will tell them that I thought it was lovely ;)
As for the movies we saw - hahah lets just say they weren't very good. One was an Alien one - Battle of LA or something, and the other one was a local SA film "Game Drive" haha ... They were both equally bad, but it was really nice to go watch a movie - sort of felt like we were back home.
One last thing worthy of being mentioned, is at the mall they had an ice rink, yep an ice rink, right in the middle. Arnold nearly died. There were a bunch of (old) guys playing hockey when we were there - exactly like Arnold does back at home with all the boys. He wanted to put on skates, right then and there and jump on the ice with them. While we were waiting for our shuttle after the movie, one of the guys came out with his hockey bag with a big "Hockey Canada" patch on it - Arnold's face was priceless.
So that was how we spent our last 28 hours in SA and in Jo'Burg. Turned out not so bad after all.
Love Melissa and Arnold
Update on the curse of being a Mazunga
Just wanted to give you guys a quick update and let you know that I am back to my normal self (well hopefully anyways). It was definitely not a fun experience and I really hope that I don't have to go through that again - not sure where I got the bacteria infection from, but it could have been from anything.
I had to be on antibiotics for 5 days and was taking 6 pills day - three in the morning, three at night. It was somewhat of a nightmare because I couldn't take all three pills in the morning together and/or all three pills at night together. Plus it turned out that I was allergic to the one antibiotic so we had to bring the doctor back for that and then I needed to put cream on my arms, legs and stomach where the rash was. Throughout Africa we had been taking Malarone (for Malaria) which you are supposed to take with dairy, but with the antibiotics you couldn't have it with any type of dairy and if you did - it would have to be 2 hours before or after taking the meds. AND I found out the hard way and rather quickly that dairy was definitely a no go while you have a bacteria infection (I made the mistake of thinking that a milkshake would help calm my stomach, but I was wrong. Two minutes after drinking it, I nearly puked in the restaurant and had to go lay down for an hour). So I cut out dairy totally for the duration of the meds and stopped taking my multi-vitamin because I couldn't keep track of all the rules and times.
Also, the meds were pretty horrible and I just couldn't wait to be off of them. After taking them I would lose my appetite, have stomach pains and just a bunch of other problems. But they seemed to work, so I guess 5 days of pain, is better then being sick. haha. Anyways, its over and done with and I'm very happy to be feeling 100% again :) (back to having cheese and wine all day long - woot woot)
Thanks for all the conerned emails and messages. Things are all good now
Love Melissa and Arnold
I had to be on antibiotics for 5 days and was taking 6 pills day - three in the morning, three at night. It was somewhat of a nightmare because I couldn't take all three pills in the morning together and/or all three pills at night together. Plus it turned out that I was allergic to the one antibiotic so we had to bring the doctor back for that and then I needed to put cream on my arms, legs and stomach where the rash was. Throughout Africa we had been taking Malarone (for Malaria) which you are supposed to take with dairy, but with the antibiotics you couldn't have it with any type of dairy and if you did - it would have to be 2 hours before or after taking the meds. AND I found out the hard way and rather quickly that dairy was definitely a no go while you have a bacteria infection (I made the mistake of thinking that a milkshake would help calm my stomach, but I was wrong. Two minutes after drinking it, I nearly puked in the restaurant and had to go lay down for an hour). So I cut out dairy totally for the duration of the meds and stopped taking my multi-vitamin because I couldn't keep track of all the rules and times.
Also, the meds were pretty horrible and I just couldn't wait to be off of them. After taking them I would lose my appetite, have stomach pains and just a bunch of other problems. But they seemed to work, so I guess 5 days of pain, is better then being sick. haha. Anyways, its over and done with and I'm very happy to be feeling 100% again :) (back to having cheese and wine all day long - woot woot)
Thanks for all the conerned emails and messages. Things are all good now
Love Melissa and Arnold
Wednesday, March 23, 2011
The Curse of the Mazunga
I knew it was too good to be true, escape Africa without feeling the total wrath of her beauty. Maybe I was being too cheeky - drinking tap water in SA and in Zambia, breaking my food rules while away, brushing my teeth with tap water and maybe the straw that broke the camels back - the sugar cane juice from the street vendor in Stone Town. Either way, I don't know how or where I got sick, but boy did I ever get sick.
Everything was going great - we are in a small town in Zanzibar soaking up the rays and drinking by our plunge pool (we will tell you more about Zanzibar soon) and then I woke up the other morning far too early and feeling pretty rough. Borrowing the term from Shantaram - I had loose motions and then came the puking. Finally 9am rolls around and I tell Arnold that we should go eat and maybe it will make me feel better. I try and keep down a piece of toast, but I know its never going to happen. We are both taking Malarone (to prevent Malaria) and I know that it has to stay in my system for an hour in order for it to work - so I keep asking the time, praying that I can last an hour without puking. But it doesn't happen.
The problem with getting sick in Africa is you have no idea what you are sick with and if its going to be harmful. You don't want to jump to conclusions, but at the same time you don't want to risk things. I think Arnold decided not to risk things and asked the hotel to call the doctor. By this point, it was clear that I wasn't getting better and I wouldn't be able to keep anything down. It was a pretty rough 6 hours for me and just after 11am the doctor shows up. After a couple questions and a few quick tests, he thinks that I have a bacterial infection - which is very common when it comes to us mazunga's. I think he told Arnold that 9 times out of 10 when he comes to the resort, its because of this.
So the next thing I know, I am being hooked up to an IV and have three different types of antibiotics prescribed for me. I left Arnold to deal with the doctor and the medication instructions after I was finished with the IV. I was really exhausted and just wanted to sleep by that point. I spent the rest of the day sleeping and woke up at dinner so I could have another piece of toast (which I managed to keep down). Arnold figures that I slept for 18 hours that day - I was completely done for.
As it turns out, I am allergic to the meds he gave me, so we had to call him back today and I have new meds for my rash and some cream as well. Hopefully, I will be back in to normal soon, but for now, its lots of water and rest - as per my new Doctor, Dr. Lee. The one great thing that came out of this, is that I got to see an amazing sunrise, but I think that's about it haha.
Off to sleep now.
Love Melissa and Arnold
Everything was going great - we are in a small town in Zanzibar soaking up the rays and drinking by our plunge pool (we will tell you more about Zanzibar soon) and then I woke up the other morning far too early and feeling pretty rough. Borrowing the term from Shantaram - I had loose motions and then came the puking. Finally 9am rolls around and I tell Arnold that we should go eat and maybe it will make me feel better. I try and keep down a piece of toast, but I know its never going to happen. We are both taking Malarone (to prevent Malaria) and I know that it has to stay in my system for an hour in order for it to work - so I keep asking the time, praying that I can last an hour without puking. But it doesn't happen.
The problem with getting sick in Africa is you have no idea what you are sick with and if its going to be harmful. You don't want to jump to conclusions, but at the same time you don't want to risk things. I think Arnold decided not to risk things and asked the hotel to call the doctor. By this point, it was clear that I wasn't getting better and I wouldn't be able to keep anything down. It was a pretty rough 6 hours for me and just after 11am the doctor shows up. After a couple questions and a few quick tests, he thinks that I have a bacterial infection - which is very common when it comes to us mazunga's. I think he told Arnold that 9 times out of 10 when he comes to the resort, its because of this.
So the next thing I know, I am being hooked up to an IV and have three different types of antibiotics prescribed for me. I left Arnold to deal with the doctor and the medication instructions after I was finished with the IV. I was really exhausted and just wanted to sleep by that point. I spent the rest of the day sleeping and woke up at dinner so I could have another piece of toast (which I managed to keep down). Arnold figures that I slept for 18 hours that day - I was completely done for.
As it turns out, I am allergic to the meds he gave me, so we had to call him back today and I have new meds for my rash and some cream as well. Hopefully, I will be back in to normal soon, but for now, its lots of water and rest - as per my new Doctor, Dr. Lee. The one great thing that came out of this, is that I got to see an amazing sunrise, but I think that's about it haha.
Off to sleep now.
Love Melissa and Arnold
An Aerial View of the falls - by Microlight
Once you get to the falls, there are a bunch of activities that you can do while you are there. Due to our timing, unfortunately, we couldn't do a lot of them because of the season and unsafe conditions. So rafting was out, going to devils pond was out and going to the Island was out. But there was still a lot to see and do. I left it up to Arnold to get some information on what we could do, but there were two things that I knew I wanted to do - 1) an Aeriel tour of the area and 2) a sunset cruise. We could also bungee jump, zip line or do the "swing" which sounded pretty cool. When it came to doing an Aeriel tour, you had two options, a helicopter (which sounds great because I have yet to be in one) or microlight. After a bit of chatting, it was decided the microlight was the best option and I wasn't informed enough to say no. I'm not going to lie, it was such an amazing experience, but it is the most terrifying experience at the same time. A microlight is essentially a hang glider with a motor and that is about it. There is only enough room for the pilot and you - no taking pictures, nothing in your pockets, no doing anything, but holding on for dear life. So Arnold went first and when he came back, he was just sweating a bit (despite it being chilly up there) and didn't say too much about how it was. As soon as we took off, I knew, I was in for 15 minutes of terror. It was by far, the scariest thing I have ever done, and I'm not sure if I could do it again, but it was really, really amazing (when I could actually look around despite my fear). Seeing the falls from the air is soooooo different then seeing it at eye level. You could see the zig zag of the gorge and see how in 30,000 years from now, there will be a new fault line for the falls (according to our pilot). We flew over Zimbabwe and got to see a bit of wildlife as well. I loved the experience, but I was glad to be on the ground. We still haven't had a chance to view all of the pictures from the flight (but we will post them if we get a chance- a camera is mounted on the wing of the plane and it takes pictures of your flight that you can buy at the end).
On the subject of extreme sports and all that jazz, I have come to realize a couple of things about myself. I am NOT extreme by any means, I am actually a big chicken sh*t. There is a bridge that connects Zambia and Zimbabwe, where you can do the bungee jumping, gorge swing and zip line (which I thought I could handle) so we went there to check it out. There was a couple of people there doing the swing and bungee and well I wanted to puke on their behalf. It was INTENSE watching them - I almost couldn't watch. You were scared for them. I was set to do the zip line across the gorge until I actually saw where it happened and couldn't do it. You are above the falls (about 111M above ground) and either doing a bungee, gorge swing or zip line. 111M ABOVE GROUND. Like how do you even jump off that bridge to bungee jump is beyond me. So yes, it was at that point, that I realize how soft I really was. Despite, Arnold always telling me that I was soft, I came to recognize and accept that I was. I will never be "EXTREME DWARF" for him.
Thanks to everyone who has been reading - we are glad you are enjoying it. Also, by the sounds of things, people really enjoy watching the Bachelor on TV - I've had a few people tell me that they were thinking of us while they watched the Bachelor while they were in South Africa. haha ... all you closet Bachelor fans.
Much Love
Melissa and Arnold
On the subject of extreme sports and all that jazz, I have come to realize a couple of things about myself. I am NOT extreme by any means, I am actually a big chicken sh*t. There is a bridge that connects Zambia and Zimbabwe, where you can do the bungee jumping, gorge swing and zip line (which I thought I could handle) so we went there to check it out. There was a couple of people there doing the swing and bungee and well I wanted to puke on their behalf. It was INTENSE watching them - I almost couldn't watch. You were scared for them. I was set to do the zip line across the gorge until I actually saw where it happened and couldn't do it. You are above the falls (about 111M above ground) and either doing a bungee, gorge swing or zip line. 111M ABOVE GROUND. Like how do you even jump off that bridge to bungee jump is beyond me. So yes, it was at that point, that I realize how soft I really was. Despite, Arnold always telling me that I was soft, I came to recognize and accept that I was. I will never be "EXTREME DWARF" for him.
Thanks to everyone who has been reading - we are glad you are enjoying it. Also, by the sounds of things, people really enjoy watching the Bachelor on TV - I've had a few people tell me that they were thinking of us while they watched the Bachelor while they were in South Africa. haha ... all you closet Bachelor fans.
Much Love
Melissa and Arnold
Mosi-o-Tunya
Victoria Falls, what more can I say. One of the most amazing places to see and maybe a must see. As mentioned in the previous post, our hotel was less then 5 minutes walking to the falls, located right in the park. We could hear it from the hotel. See the mist, feel the mist from the hotel. And the first time seeing it, does not disappoint. March is when the rainy season starts and the falls are fast moving and almost at peak flow. We saw people coming back from the falls soaking wet, but didn't understand, how they could get so wet? Our first trip to the falls, we brought my little Nikon camera and our rain jackets from the hike, not sure if we would need them or not. At first, we were thinking "umm we don't need these, there is barely a spray from the falls" haha. We walked to the Eastern Cataract and couldn't believe how fast the water was moving (it was actually really scary to think about) and you are sooo close to the water, with no fences, barriers, or guards watching to tell you to stay back). As we ventured around we started seeing more people that were soaking wet. So I guess this is where you need your jacket. Well I don't think either of us expected the torrential down fall that the mist gives us. In one second you are completely soaked!! Like you jumped into a pool, wet. It was the hardest, but warmest rain/mist I have ever felt. The falls are 1.7(ish)kms long and 108M tall. And during peak time, they are so impressive and powerful that its actually scary (or as Arnold likes to say "it was all out, every shift"). We have to cross "knife Edge Bridge" in order to get to another viewing point of the falls. Well, ummm, I almost couldn't cross, I started and turned around and told Arnold I didn't know if I could do it. So he went ahead of me, held my hand, and we went sooo slowly across this bridge to get to the other viewing area. I should mention that this isn't just a "bridge" that scared me. It was the fact that it was raining/misting on you like you were in the high pressure shower, it was 100M above the ground, all you could see was mist, and there was a small river running down the bridge that we had to walk across. All I could think of was "what if this bridge breaks" haha. But we made it across and the mist just got more intense closer to the other side. It was honestly, the coolest thing we have ever seen. I can't really describe how amazing it was being that close to the falls, because, well I don't think it will do it any justice. And the pictures won't help either. But, what I can tell you, was that it was one of the best things we have done so far on this trip. Hopefully we can post some pictures for you guys and yes, I took some pictures of the bridge for you, but I don't think it will capture the reason for my fear. We went and saw the falls almost every day that we were there - it was such an incredible experience that I think you can only understand when you see it for yourself.
Love Melissa and Arnold
Love Melissa and Arnold
Zim or Zam
Before arriving in Zambia, I spent hours (and I do mean hours) looking for a hotel for us to stay at. The problem with Zambia/Victoria Falls is that the accommodations are either really cheap or really expensive - no mid range, which we stay at. So you can either stay at a hostel for $40/night of an "alright hotel" for $180/night. So if you are going to spend $180 for an "alright" hotel, you might as well buck up an extra $40 for a sweet hotel. Right? Well that was my dilemma. Anyways, after I finally found a really nice hotel for us to stay at for a price that was "okay" (meaning expensive for our budget), but had great reviews. We show up at the airport super excited to be in Livingstone and ready to see the falls!!!! Wooo ... haha.... BUT small problem, our airport transfer was no where to be seen, which wouldn't be a problem, if the hotel was on the Zam side, but the hotel was on the Zim side and well, Zimbabwe isn't really a country you want to be messing around in. So we had two options, 1) take a taxi to the border, walk across the Zim border, then grab a taxi on the other side to our hotel - sounds easy, but when you are in Africa, it can be risky business - you never know what is going to happen or 2) grab a taxi and try and find a new accommodation. Which again sounds very easy, but after you have spent hours researching, you know your options are either very cheap or VERY expensive (like $400+ a night expensive). So trying to make the best of things we decide to take a cab to the city centre and head to the Internet cafe. I run in, while Arnold stays with the taxi. I write the hotel we were supposed to stay at an urgent note asking what happened to our transfer and letting them know that we aren't too happy. (I mean come on, we definitely aren't paying $100 a night and we are there for 4 nights - so we expect a bit better service). After a quick search on expedia, I'm not feeling any better. The $180 "alright" hotels are now sold out leaving the $400+/night options open. I start to stress because to me, $400 a night is WAAAAY too expensive, maybe under different circumstances we could say "well this one time", but when you are gone for a long time and on a budget, that is crazy!!!!
So I get back to Arnold and our waiting taxi, not really sure what to do. Our taxi takes us to this resort that he seems to like, but as we pull in, I know that it won't work for us. So we tell him to take us to the Zambezi Sun Hotel - and that's when I let Arnold know that that hotel is very expensive, even on expedia. His thoughts are, get there, see what the price is, and if we don't like it, at least we are at a hotel that the hotel on the Zim side can come and get us from. Okay, deal, but I still feel deflated. We arrive and as predicted there prices are pretty high. So back to the drawing board. Arnold went to try and call the hotel and I stayed with our taxi driver sort of waiting to see what was going to happen, I didn't want to tell him to leave in case we needed him and yet I didn't know if we were just wasting his time. So we started talking and I was trying to get him a deal. And honestly, we couldn't have picked a better driver for this situation - he was amazing!!!!! (on a side note, he spoke FOUR languages). He started talking to the hotel guys on our behalf, trying to get us a better deal. One of the guys at the hotel was asking me what my lowest price would be and I told him and he said he would see what he could do.
They came back to us with a lower price - still higher then what we wanted to pay, but at this point we were starting to feel desperate. Either we make our way to the Zim side or we just suck it up and pay to stay there. After Arnold and I chat about it, we just decide to stay at that hotel because 1) they are located in the park and we wouldn't have to pay the park fees every time we wanted to enter to see the falls, 2) we wouldn't have to pay for a Zim visa and then again for a Zam visa (which is $50/person/entry) and 3) we were running out of options. So I went up to the counter to start the process of checking in. The agreement was, they were giving us a "local" rate, meaning our taxi driver was going to put his home address and number on the form, instead of our Canadian address, which would allow us to get
a lower rate. We couldn't believe it. After all was said and done, our hotel rate was even cheaper then they told us, I'm not sure how or why, but we were taking it. Our driver signed off on everything and we were set. It was even cheaper (somewhat) then the hotel we were going to be staying at, so needless to say, I was VERY excited. We were sooooo close to the falls (like we could see the mist from the falls from our hotel). Just when I thought our luck in Africa was finally starting to turn, we met the right taxi driver who got us a sweet deal on a hotel room and turned somewhat of bad luck, into something good.
So I get back to Arnold and our waiting taxi, not really sure what to do. Our taxi takes us to this resort that he seems to like, but as we pull in, I know that it won't work for us. So we tell him to take us to the Zambezi Sun Hotel - and that's when I let Arnold know that that hotel is very expensive, even on expedia. His thoughts are, get there, see what the price is, and if we don't like it, at least we are at a hotel that the hotel on the Zim side can come and get us from. Okay, deal, but I still feel deflated. We arrive and as predicted there prices are pretty high. So back to the drawing board. Arnold went to try and call the hotel and I stayed with our taxi driver sort of waiting to see what was going to happen, I didn't want to tell him to leave in case we needed him and yet I didn't know if we were just wasting his time. So we started talking and I was trying to get him a deal. And honestly, we couldn't have picked a better driver for this situation - he was amazing!!!!! (on a side note, he spoke FOUR languages). He started talking to the hotel guys on our behalf, trying to get us a better deal. One of the guys at the hotel was asking me what my lowest price would be and I told him and he said he would see what he could do.
They came back to us with a lower price - still higher then what we wanted to pay, but at this point we were starting to feel desperate. Either we make our way to the Zim side or we just suck it up and pay to stay there. After Arnold and I chat about it, we just decide to stay at that hotel because 1) they are located in the park and we wouldn't have to pay the park fees every time we wanted to enter to see the falls, 2) we wouldn't have to pay for a Zim visa and then again for a Zam visa (which is $50/person/entry) and 3) we were running out of options. So I went up to the counter to start the process of checking in. The agreement was, they were giving us a "local" rate, meaning our taxi driver was going to put his home address and number on the form, instead of our Canadian address, which would allow us to get
a lower rate. We couldn't believe it. After all was said and done, our hotel rate was even cheaper then they told us, I'm not sure how or why, but we were taking it. Our driver signed off on everything and we were set. It was even cheaper (somewhat) then the hotel we were going to be staying at, so needless to say, I was VERY excited. We were sooooo close to the falls (like we could see the mist from the falls from our hotel). Just when I thought our luck in Africa was finally starting to turn, we met the right taxi driver who got us a sweet deal on a hotel room and turned somewhat of bad luck, into something good.
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