"Dad?" I tapped my dad on the shoulder. We were waiting in line at the Victoria Falls airport to get our visa for Zimbabwe. It was supposed to be an easy process, but something had made it a little more complicated: "Did you know that getting a double visa for Zimbabwe and Zambia was an option?" "What?" I pointed at the banners and signs advertising the double visa. Chaos ensued. Would we need a double...
I woke up to cold feet, sleepy voices and the sound of tent zippers. It was early in the morning of my first full day in Zimbabwe. Zimbabwe... I never thought I'd get this far away from home. As a kid, I heard stories of economic disasters and dictatorship in Zimbabwe, told by South African expats. So far though, the only negative thing Zimbabwe had brought me was a very cold night. I pulled my...
I spent my first hour in Zimbabwe in a seat so uncomfortably close to the seat in front of it that I would've turned noseless like Voldemort if the driver hit the brakes unexpectedly. The window next to my seat was half-covered up with a sticker. The best seats on the truck were occupied by a cooler and some luggage. It was my first ride on the truck that would bring me from Victoria Falls...
I'd never been to Africa. I traveled the world from Australia to Hawaii, but never set foot on African soil. Subsahara, the Islamic countries in the North, the islands... it doesn't matter, I didn't even come close to those places in the first 23 years of my life. Not that I didn't want to visit Africa. The problem was financial in nature, as well as not knowing anyone who was willing to visit the virtually...
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