After yesterday’s dinner under the stars, we take it easy this morning. The afternoon has enough highlights and challenges.
I’m ambivalent as to whether I want to go there at all … because I imagine the “Crocodile Park” 15 kilometres outside Livingstone to be a mixture of circus and zoo. Mind you, we are given a very informative guided tour through a beautifully laid out and well-kept area. We all get the chance to hold a baby croc in our hands – if we want to. The photo of my “heroic deed” doesn’t look very relaxed. I simply have too much respect for these animals.
The visit to the “Snake Pit” also gives me goosebumps and makes me grateful for the solid glass windows through which we look at snakes from all over the world.
Later that afternoon, we spontaneously decide to descend into the Zambezi Gorge. “It can’t be that bad,” I think, remembering my hike in the Grand Canyon several years ago.
We all arrive at the bottom in one piece. But compared to this steep, unsecured path, the hiking trail in the Grand Canyon was a highway. We are rewarded with a magnificent panorama.
Karin