DAY 11: VIC FALLS
That morning, the wake up call was again a bit later as usual. This time we did not take the "green" route to the gate, but drove straight to the asphalt road (woops, we broke a rule! Quick! Sue us!)
Masson had arranged a day trip for us to Vic Falls. I added this day, in favor of another day on the water, for two main reasons. First of all, Frans had never seen the falls, and as we were this close to them, plus he is almost 82 years old (I said ALMOST, Frans! ALMOST!), I figured this may well be his one and only chance to see them. Secondly, me and Mira had been there, but at that time with inadequate photo gear (the early years of the digicam era...).
They seemed two valid reasons but in retrospect it might have been the wrong decision. Maybe it was because we were no longer used to being among so many people (having spent 10 days in the bush without seeing many other people). Maybe we had been pampered too much by
Ewan. I don't know, but the day trip seemed like a complete rip-off to us, a tourist trap. Ah goddammit no matter what way you look at it, let's face it: it WAS a tourist trap. I guess Johan was better off (he took another boat ride).
First of all, they crammed us into a minivan, smaller than our jeep, but now with 10 or so people in it. Just enough seats for the number of people. Somebody should explain once and for all that Japanese minivans are made for JAPANESE people. What I mean is; one row of seats is 4 people. Four people! While that van was no wider than an average car. Now how the hell can four Europeans fit on those seats? Idem with leg room, by the way. Anyway, on top of that the driver was extremely rude. I mean, I give everybody the benefit of the doubt, but the way he spoke to his customers, time and time again. Bossing them around, etc.
"No, wait here. HERE! YOU! WAIT! HERE! I'll explain later. LATER I said!" And so on...
A complete A-hole with capital A. How that guy had managed so far without getting his teeth punched out is still a mistery to us.
To be fair;
Ewan's team knew nothing of this. They just looked for a lodge that sold day trips. He certainly noted down never to use that lodge again for day trips. The lodge was called Kubu lodge. To be honest the place looked great though, and contradictory to their day trip prices (more on that later), it seemed reasonably priced.
Border crossing was a pain too. We lost about an hour and a half there. Really silly. There basically was ONE guy checking everyone's passports and meticulously going over all the details of that little paper everyone had to fill in. Then finally a zillion stamps. Plus you have to pay 30$ for a tourist visa.
Such a poor country, and giving tourists that much trouble to get in. Good plan, Bob, good plan!
Our companions were two Spanish people, two Italian people, and some South-African people. The Italian guy started showing off his "spotting book".The most silly touristy thing I've ever seen. I wish I could have shown him the guide books we had brought. He also started mentioning a few good sightings, but went silent when I mentioned what we had seen so far. Even though I left out most of it; I did not want to come across as a person who likes to brag or anything. I actually hate that kind of people myself. But it got really painful when he said "too bad they do not have zebra here". He had not seen any yet! So I told him there certainly wee zebra in Chobe, but further away from the east gate. Big herds too. I showed him a pic...
Ewan told us about this: the lodge vehicles are all in the same area. They cannot drive far, as they need to be back in time for breakfast, dinner, etc... As a result one end of the park is overcrowded, and the other end is a great place to be at.
When we arrived at the falls, our A(-hole) class guide literally pushed us into the entrance gate of the falls, to keep us away from the shops outside, that were selling souvenirs, drinks and food. He simply wanted to get rid of us ASAP. Once we were in the gate, and on our way to the falls, he could relax! At that point we also found out the entrance to the falls was not included. So 50$ per person for a minivan ride and a meal eh? Good profit margins!
He told us we were running late. It was already about 11:30 AM. So he wanted to give us 1h30mins max to visit the falls, then go for lunch, then visit a "curio market". Well, we have had to do the falls equally fast the previous time we were there, to then spend ages at some silly "bush town replica" afterwards. So we did not agree, of course. We were there to photograph the falls extensively, and to take our time doing so. We were not there to buy trinkets made in China.
However, the other tourists, being REAL tourists (ic the "follow the guide, shut up and listen" type of people, who were - for lack of a better word - USED to this) did not mind. Little did they know 1h30mins was not enough. In the end the guide stuck with his plan, but told us he'd pick us up separately one hour later, and then take us to where we were going to have lunch.
So lunch at 14:00, and we had eaten at 6AM. Better buy some snacks then, before heading to the falls, right? Well that's when we found out they did not sell food in the park, and there was only one vending machine for soft drinks in the park, at the entrance, which was six times as expensive compared to the drinks offered outside the park (3$ for a coke, or 50 cents outside). Dammit, if that guide had not pushed us into the entrance... Getting out and back in was no option either; then you had to pay again. The guards would not hear of it.
Tourist trap. And we ran into it, eyes wide open.
So no snacks! We bought some coke (sugar in it...), and Frans had an apple and some sweets! Ah well we were not going to starve. We set off for the falls. It was a fun walk, and they were exactly as I remembered them (we had visited in about the same season). What I had forgotten though, is that there are in fact not many great viewpoints. They keep you rather far away from the edges, except for the part on the right, were there's hardly any water coming down. As a result, my pics look no better than the ones I took 4 years earlier. Except these ones have lots more detail (the megapixel race...). Plus this time I could take some panos:

And also a first for me; this time we saw one of those groups going for a swim at the edge of the falls.

Seems like a fun thing to do.
We really took our time, and I took a lot of pano's (longer than the above one). I'll certainly post some later on my blog (see the post of the scenery at Dead Tree in Xakanaxa-Moremi to get to my blog and panos). All other people of our group were going way faster than us. As a result, I know they took no time to observe the trumpeter hornbills...

Nor did they see the female bushbuck:

And they missed the troop of baboons that passed us by. Here's a pic of me and a baboon;

I'm the one holding the camera.
It was a fairly large group, with some youngsters too, and a baby clutched to it's mother tummy. I got pics of the falls with baboons in front, that makes them a bit special I think.
When we got to the entrance, we saw that some other people had either not made it in time to leave for the restaurant at 1PM. Or they decided "to hell with it, we're taking our time", just like we did.
Well, the guide was there with the van at 2PM, and once we were on it, he explained that lunch was at the Victoria Falls Hotel. The most fancy hotel around. And that lunch was NOT included. So it's 50$ now, just for a minivan ride. Great. Also, we got only half an hour to eat.
Well, we ate the most expensive hamburger (20$, not much else available as a quick snack) in the most expensive hotel in the poorest country in Africa. The absurdity of it brought a smile on our face. The reality did the opposite.

After that, off to a "curio market". Some people of our group were already there for more than an hour. My wife bought something. I just pointed to my wife everytime. "I have no money! She's the bank!" It didn't work. They wanted my shoes, hat, shirt, even my socks and underwear. Actually, if I had had spare clothes, I would have given it to them. Except for my Australian hat. I intend to be buried with it.
Back home. Border crossing went much more swiftly this time. Wonder why that is?
At the lodge,
Ewan was waiting for us. Quick! Into the bush again! Away! Away from it all!
In retrospect, the day had cost us 240$ for two people. Way overpriced. Certainly for what we got. Lesson learned, I guess.
Edited by Jochen, 03 January 2012 - 08:06 PM.