Victoria Falls

The boat train chugged through a microcosmic rain forest permanently buffeted by the clouds of rain and hot air that were forced out of the bowels of the Zambezi River. It was a strange oasis sitting in the middle of a leafless grey African bush, suffering yet again from a taxing dry season… a Utopian world perched on the edge of basalt cliffs and ravines that hurtled your senses down into the waters of an angry river below.

Allan Taylor, author, Luanshya musings.

Chris Mclennan

                                   Chris Mclennan

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