Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe

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Victoria Falls silhouette, Zimbabwe — September 3, 1998

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Brian at Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe — September 3, 1998

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Mies pondering Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe — September 3, 1998

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Mosi-oa-Tunya / Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe — September 3, 1998

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Victoria Falls dusk, Zimbabwe — September 1998

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Brian relaxing at Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe — September 3, 1998

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View of Zambia Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe — September 3, 1998

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Jocelyn, Zimbabwe — September 3, 1998

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View of Zambia Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe — September 3, 1998

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Mies relaxing at Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe — September 3, 1998

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High tea at the Victoria Falls Hotel, Zimbabwe — September 2, 1998

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High tea at the Victoria Falls Hotel, Zimbabwe — September 2, 1998

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One of many Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe — September 3, 1998

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Victoria Falls sunset, Zimbabwe — September 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.