As Adrian being the last one to wake up, started climbing down the ladder from the tent, a few drops of rain was felt. I thought it would be better if I got the tent down before the heavens open. True enough it rained for almost an hour but we were fortunate there was a bit of shelter nearby and Alison took the opportunity to go on line while waiting for the rain to subside.

I needed to get the estate agents documents printed and scanned before we left. It was going to take some time but it couldn’t be helped as Monty was chasing me for the documents. As I was preparing them, Alison was hassling me for a decision whether to stay on another night or otherwise. In the end I relented and agreed to stay on as I knew that it would make everyone happy including Hector the owner of Green Trees.

After having done what I needed to do and having a light lunch of cheese sandwiches, we headed out towards the border and parked at the immigration as advised by Hector. We didn’t know how far we had to walk and I haggled with a taxi driver to take us to the bridge and back for 20Zkwa. As it turned out it was less than 1km and we could have walked if e had to.

The spray was too much for us to see anything of the Falls but we could see glimpses of it, whenever the sun shone through the clouds and the swirling pool at the bottom. We spent as long as we could to keep the taxi waiting for telling us that it was a 5 km walk to the bridge but that didn’t bother him as we saw him ferrying someone else as we got to the pickup point.

The immigration control was a little relaxed as we only got a piece of paper with a stamp on going out and had to hand that at the gate and a similar paper on coming in back to Zambia. How it is reconciled I have no idea!

Before we left the car park we got a few Zimbabwe Billion dollar notes for souvenir which I am sure the guys are printing themselves. After that we had to hunt for money changer to get small denomination of USD or Rand to prepare for our 2 days across Zimbabwe, but for the life of me no one had them. As in the rest of Africa, whenever we stopped the car in town there were bound to be touts offering their services. We wanted reflective stickers and was quoted a ridiculous figure of 50k  kwa (9 USD) while we got them for 3k Kwa at a store which was said to be closed.

We thought we had had enough and headed back to Green Tree for peace and quiet. It felt good to be in a safe and hassle free surrounding while we had tea and biscuits. We once again had dinner at the Green Tree as the food was good the previous night and it was a decision proven right.