Matusadona, Zimbabwe

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Sunset branches on Lake Kariba, Matusadona National Park, Zimbabwe — September 27, 1998

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Leo driving to Matusadona National Park, Zimbabwe — September 27, 1998

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Sunset fishing on Lake Kariba, Matusadona National Park, Zimbabwe — September 27, 1998

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Wild baobob, Matusadona, Zimbabwe

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African buffalo herd, Matusadona National Park, Zimbabwe — September 27, 1998

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Brian sitting, Matusadona National Park, Zimbabwe — September 27, 1998

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Lake Kariba, Matusadona National Park, Zimbabwe — September 27, 1998

The damming of the river caused the trees to die.

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Tse-tse fly control program, Matusadona National Park, Zimbabwe — September 25, 1998

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Water buck, Matusadona National Park, Zimbabwe — September 27, 1998

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Sunset on Lake Kariba, Matusadona, Zimbabwe

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Our traveling caravan in the wilds of Matusadona, Zimbabwe — September 29, 1998

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Fishing on Lake Kariba, Matusadona National Park, Zimbabwe — September 27, 1998

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Chris chilling in a hammock, Matusadona National Park, Zimbabwe — September 27, 1998

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The majestic plains of Africa, Matusadona National Park, Zimbabwe — September 27, 1998

Countries visited - Africa 1998 - 1999

Africa route map

I am not sure how it all got started. It wasn’t a magical spark of lightning that began the cataclysm, nor was it the supreme words of a higher being sending us on our way. Somehow, though, the powers of the universe contrived enabling our journey through the Heart of Africa.

It began quite innocently as an alleged trip to Bulgaria and Romania. This idea was eventually vetoed and placed “on hold” for future girlfriends. Zap—a long awaited spark was kindled—The Middle East: Yemen, in particular. And the visas were applied for, the air tickets purchased; and on a fine March 4th day we were on our way aboard a gleaming Air France 747 en route to Cairo, Egypt, via a five day layover in France.

We never did make it to Yemen, nor the Middle East for that matter; we headed South, instead, into the Heart of Africa, and what follows is the story of events as they unfold.