As my time in Zimbabwe nears its end (sigh, whimper, sniff) I had a quick weekend getaway with my friend Fran.We took a road trip to Chinhoyi to take in the Chinhoyi Caves.I finally got to take in some Zimbabwe landscape at ground level. It did not disappoint!
We stayed at CUT Hotel (Chinhoyi University of Technology Hotel). It was very nice at one point but maintenance has been lacking. Common story in Zim. Still a lovely place and we enjoyed our stay. The beds were great! 


Sunday we got up and went to the Caves, the purpose for the trip. It was gently raining which actually added to the beauty of the place. Here are only a few of the photos.




I want to return to the caves some day soon to scuba dive. There wasn’t anybody diving when we were there but organised dives are a thing. So exciting! It was a perfect getaway that both Fran and I needed! There are more sites and places in Zimbabwe that I didn’t get to. I will be back. Hopefully to live for a time.
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Vic Falls – Adrenaline Day
My final half day at Victoria Falls was on the Zimbabwe side. Exiting and coming back to Zimbabwe to renew my visa was the official point of my trip. My 6am experience at the Zim/Zambia border will be part of a post about my now extensive experiences with Zimbabwe Immigration (I’m still here so it’s more of an entertaining tail than an alarming one)
Monday, December 5th was the end of my incredibly full weekend at Victoria Falls. I was up early, left the hotel by 5:45. One more shout out to the Avani Resort Hotel – I asked for a lunch to go because I had to leave before they opened for breakfast. What I received exceeded all expectations – juice box, breakfast panini, fruit, crackers and cheese and a wee scone. And they did not charge me. Breakfast was part of my room rate but I still anticipated a money grab for the special request. Nope.
Once I made it past the aforementioned border hiccup I proceeded to my first adrenaline rush of the day a Walk with Lions. It was unsettling, exciting, exhilarating. I am happy I did it. I will not repeat the experience. We met, pet and walked with two siblings, a male and female of 14 months. We mainly interacted with the male which I think is by design. His mane was starting to come in and I think they assume that tourists would prefer to be photographed with the maned male. The female entertained on her own as she was quite sassy and playful. Watching her give chase to and play with a branch being dragged by a hander in the exact same way my daughter’s cat chases her toys was most entertaining.
We all had a walking stick which is how the cats are “trained” to behave. They are not hit with the sticks. The sticks are used to hit the ground or lightly poke/push the cat. What kept me comfortable was the handler with the gun. The cats are trained to be with people but they are not tame in a truly domesticated sense. So here are a couple of pictures of me pretending to be calm and fine with what’s happening! hahaha!
No photos, but next I took a 15 minute flight over the Falls. It was my second helicopter ride. Small world part of the experience was I joined some folks from Saskatchewan for the flight. Canadians meeting in Zimbabwe for a quick excursion in the sky!
My final activity of the trip was THE BEST! I did the Adrenaline High Wire Half Day with Wild Horizons. It entails turn at each of the Flying Fox, Zip Line and Gorge Swing. And thankfully it does not take a half day hahaha!
They start you with the Flying Fox – you are strapped in and take a running leap over the gorge in a superman pose. I was TERRIFIED until the second I was off the ramp and in the air. Then it was indescribably perfect!
Then you move up to the Zip Line which takes you a lot lower into the gorge. I was a bit cautious stepping down but then the air took me back to such a happy place.
The finale is the gorge swing, which is basically a bum first bungee jump. I don’t ever want to go head first but I would do this one again and again and again. I was over my fear even before the rope hit tension.
I felt safe and cared for the entire time. The staff were friendly supportive and competent. I mean, I’m still alive. I paid for the video of my entire experience. I can’t upload videos here but if I ever upgrade I will share. In the mean time, here are a couple screen grabs of the swing.


After this I had a quick lunch and flew back to Harare.
Truly a weekend of a lifetime!
Vic Falls Part 4 – the actual Falls
This post is a tad overdue but it has been a very crazy time for the NGO I am working at. Maybe when this has all passed I can share some of the situation, but no promises because, well, privacy.
On my second full day in Zambia I stayed close to my hotel but still did two thrilling things.
- I took part in the Devil’s Swim – they call this place the Devil’s Pool because it is literally at the top of Victoria Falls. Apparently there is a net just over this part of the Falls to catch any tourist that might go over but I didn’t take a look for myself. This was a lot of fun. I was with two groups of women – two young women on a short holiday from their jobs in Angola with EY, and 3 older women (my vintage plus maybe 5 years) on a group trip. I hung out in the pool waiting for my turn at the top – little fishies nipping at my dead skin (ew!) This is somewhat less scary than it looks as there is a man holding on to your leg the entire time.



2. After a quiet afternoon enjoying the zebras wandering around the resort grounds,
I went to the Elephant Cafe for a chance to interact with some African elephants and have an excellent gourmet meal.
For dinner I joined a family of 6 from Cape Town. Mum and Dad, originally from the UK were celebrating their silver wedding anniversary. Steve and Mel, Alex, Dan, Chloe and Cat if I remember correctly. They invited me to join them for dinner after our interaction time with the elephants, so I didn’t have to dine alone. I would have been fine dining alone but it was much more fun with this entertaining family!



This was my last full day in Zambia. The next morning I was at the Zimbabwe border at 6 am to embark on the most thrilling day yet…….. one more post to come on this mini vacay
Vic Falls Part 3 – Safari Time

I packed a lot in to my 3-day trip.
- Saturday, I went to Botswana for a Chobe River cruise and then a safari ride at Chobe National Park (name?) An impressive lunch buffet was provided at ?resort? in between the two outings
- Sunday morning, I headed over the sister Royal Livingstone Hotel to go across to the Devil’s Pool at the top of the Zambia side of the Falls.
- Sunday late morning and afternoon I hung around the hotel grounds, swam and had lunch by the pool
- Sunday evening was interaction with the elephants and another fabulous meal at the Elephant Café, just up the road from my hotel on the Zambia side
- I got up at 5am on Monday so that I could be at the Zimbabwe border for the 6am opening. Outings packed into Monday am are Walking with the Lions, Helicopter ride over the Falls and finally 3 wire activities over the gorge – Flying Fox, Zip Line and the gorge swing
I have so many photos from the activities except for the helicopter and the wire activities. I just enjoyed the copter and was not about to risk dropping my phone for selfies while sliding swinging and hanging over that gorge and river!
1. To Botswana on Safari
The people I met along the way were friendly and some went out of their way to include me, which is nice sometimes when traveling solo. A group of nine Portuguese folks from Angola were my companions for the Chobe trip. I spent the drive to the Botswana border talking with the driver and enjoying the scenery (perk of solo travel – usually get the best seat). Once across the river(s) to Botswana, Antonio, Marta, Sofia and Mariana introduced themselves. Thankfully the introductions stopped there as I would never have remembered 5 more names (assuming I remember these correctly). We drove further to the resort where we joined another group for a river cruise to see wildlife.
My small world story for the weekend is: we discovered early in the cruise that there was a Canadian couple on the boat. I asked where they were from, saying I came from Edmonton. Well, so did they. What neighbourhood, they asked. Millwoods, I said. And you? Holyrood was their reply. I told them my daughter went to that school from kindergarten through grade 4. It turns out we had girls in that school at the same time! Different programs/classes but still. Crazy small world!
Between the boat cruise and safari ride I think we saw almost everything imaginable except for big cats. It was mid afternoon when we got to the park, so they were sleeping. We saw hippos, different types of water buffalo, antelope, birds, crocodiles – including a croc buried into the carcass of a dead elephant! On our drive we added impala, baboons, elephants and giraffes. It was definitely a full day. The lunch in between was a full buffet including ice cream! I had a nice chat with an American about their bad joke of a president. It is meeting American’s that feel the same way about him as I do that helps restore my opinion of that nation.
Victoria Falls Part 2 – Avani Resort
I went somewhat diva with my hotel selection for my mini vacation and stayed at the Avani Victoria Falls Resort (formerly Zambezi Sun Hotel) on a recommendation. It did not disappoint. The room was gorgeous, the food was great and I even made it to the pool a couple of times. The room rate includes access to the Zambia side of the Falls, Mosi-Oa-Tunya National Park, which saved me the $20 admission fee. I only got there once because of my action packed weekend.
But the true stars of the Avani Resort are the animals. I shared the path and ground with impala, zebras, banded mongoose and baboons. They did not care at all as I went by. They are wild so people are told not to approach them. In the interest of not being bitten or kicked I followed instruction.
Breakfast was also included in my rate and included a lovely hot buffet, omelette station, cereal bar, bread and pastries bar and fresh juices. On my last day I had to leave before the restaurant opened so I asked for a breakfast to go. I got a breakfast panini, juice, scone, cheese and crackers and a pear! I expected a charge for the packed meal but there was no extra fee. Very nice bonus!
Since I am transitioning out of corporate into ngo salary, I may not be back to the Avani for a while but I am so glad I indulged myself for this trip!










Victoria Falls Weekend Part 1: The Big Tree and Tonsillitis
Zimbabwe visa renewal requirements dictate that one must leave the country and re-enter to apply for a new 30 day, single entry visa. In country renewal is not done, and 30 days is the maximum length per visa if you are volunteering. As a result, I had to leave Zim by November 5th. I had a very full three days so I am going to make a few posts about my stay.
I decided to head to Victoria Falls because it is possible to find great accommodation and activities on both sides of the Zimbabwe/Zambia border. I had the Avani Victoria Falls Resort (formerly Sun hotel) recommended to me and it did not disappoint.
The hotel assisted me in arranging transportation from the Victoria Falls airport in Zimbabwe, across the border, up to the lobby of the resort.
I had a lovely chat with Joshua from the airport to the border. I causally mentioned that I was excited to see some baobab trees, so he took a quick detour to show me Victoria Fall’s oldest baobab – The Big Tree, estimated to be around 1500 years old. This tree lover was thrilled – seeing baobabs was an actually bucket list item for me. I saw several over the weekend but the Big Tree tops the list.
I enjoy good conversation with anybody and somehow Joshua and I got around to discussing his granddaughter. She is four and regularly gets tonsillitis. The doctor wants to remover her tonsils but her dad, Joshua’s son, is reluctant. Dad had his removed but still has reservations about putting his own girl through the surgery. Well, I also suffered from tonsillitis a minimum of once a year while in elementary school. My dad also did not want me to have surgery, so I told Joshua that I still have my tonsils, that I was on antibiotics for tonsillitis regularly until I was about 12 and that I haven’t had any issues since. I even had a phone conversation with the Dad. I declined to make a recommendation, saying “I’m an accountant not a doctor” but I was happy to share my experience. I have no idea how we ended up discussing a little girl’s tonsils though!



Cocktails, Diplomats, Mbira and Books

Friday, October 26 2018
I was invited by my friend and Airbnb host Debbie to attend a cocktail party at the home of the Austrian Consulate to Harare in honour of Austrian National Day. It was a lovely evening featuring entertainment by the Mbira Centre. I met Milan Djordjevic , Honorary Consul, who is also a dentist and long term resident of Harare, and many other lovely people.
We were entertained by local gentlemen playing the traditional instrument the Mbira. I was thrilled to add to my book collection Township Girls – The Crossover Generation for two reasons. First, because it is published locally by Weaver Press Zimbabwe and I met Irene, publisher. I hope to stop in and get another book that I missed picking up, leading to buyers remorse 🙂 The second reason is that Debbie is friends with one of the authors so my copy will be signed before I leave! Weaver Press Zimbabwe
We also got to chat with Walter, owner of the very interesting business card and his charming daughter Anastasia. She is already a globetrotter, having lived and worked all over the world just recently returning the Harare for however long.
The reason for the evening:
The Austrian National Day is celebrated on October 26 and relates to political developments after WW II.
After the end of the War, Austria was occupied by the four Allied forces (Soviet Union, United States, Great Britain, and France), who divided the country into four zones. The capital Vienna was also divided in four, with the historic central district being jointly administered by the “Allied Control Council”. Although the Austrian parliament was democratically elected, every legislative regulation or political action of the government at first required consent by the Allied Control Council and later on could still be vetoed by it.
The negotiations over a State Treaty putting an end to the occupation could finally be concluded in the spring of 1955: the Austrian State Treaty was signed on May 15, 1955, in Vienna’s Schloss Belvedere and entered into force on July 27, 1955.
On October 26, 1955, the Austrian Parliament passed the constitutional law on permanent neutrality, which has been celebrated as the Austrian National day since 1965.
Flashback Friday – Peru 2012
This is a Facebook post I made just after returning from Peru at the end of April 2012
Flashback ten days
This is my Tumblr post from October 12, 2018
I have now been a week in Harare, Zimbabwe and all I have taken pictures of are flowers, birds and trees. That is pretty normal for me but seems so bland given what has been going on in that time.
4 days before I arrived, the government made an announcement about their dual currencies which gave its citizens flashbacks to 2008 when their economy and currency basically collapsed. As this week has progressed the line ups (queues) at the gas stations have extended for blocks, if not full kilometers. Similar queues are still growing in the grocery stores as people stock up while dollars and food last. Bread is already gone in many stores, as is flour. Some have closed their doors until further notice.
But, no rioting or demonstrations. I haven’t even heard complaining. Conversations, yes. Sardonic smiles. But mostly just people getting on with it. Going to school, going to work – if they have work. I wouldn’t know such uncertainty was hanging over my coworkers if it wasn’t all over the newspapers and radio.
I am humbled by their resilience and their capacity to just keep going. In Canada we complain about everything. A carbon tax is a severe hardship for us. Or, heaven forbid, the Prime Minister forgets to list your province during a speech. We never worry if there will be gas at the station when we go to fill up. Or bread at the store.
I’m not worried for my safety (I don’t walk around alone at night in Edmonton either) or about whether I will eat. I’m a foreigner with US dollars and offshore (Canadian) bank accounts so I am protected by privilege yet again. I am grateful for this experience. To get to know these people and have my eyes opened again to how good I really have it.
And here are some pretty pictures.
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It has been a humbling few days for me, as my carelessness and ignorance have reached seemingly new heights. Here is my story. Feel free to laugh out loud. I’m sure I am too, because if you are reading this, I am back online. *it’s a long one
Part 1 – the cell phone
There were some serious power outages last week (October 15-17) so I made sure to charge up my devices at work on Thursday October 18th. I was pretty proud of my forward thinking, knowing that I would be able to read my ebooks, use my laptop and have a reliable flashlight on my phone. Well, when I got home and opened up my backpack and purse I saw that I did not have my phone. I laughed off my carelessness for leaving it on my desk after charging it. I even sent a quick email to some coworkers admitting that I left it on my desk.
Then, Friday morning I was standing outside the gate chatting with my neighbour Noreen (the lovely lady next door I have been talking with each morning while waiting for my ride) when a fellow who works for another neighbour, Gary, stopped to ask if I had dropped anything last night. I said “my cell phone! I thought I left it on my desk!”. Gary then informed me that a fellow worker had found it on the drive just outside the gate. Ugh! And he had not left the phone with Gary, but took it with him for safe keeping. He and Gary discussed that he would wait until I called him and then we would arrange to get the phone to me.
There are two kickers here:
- this fellow lives in a rural community more than 40kms from Harare and he would be off work and home until the following Thursday – yes a whole week!
- I keep my phone on silent so how would he know I was calling unless it was in his hand so he could see it light up.
I guess there is a third kicker – the current economic climate in Zimbabwe makes getting fuel for your vehicle quite a difficult and lengthy process. Enticing him into the city would take some US dollars – at least that I have!
Friday morning at work my colleague Claperton was able to reach the fellow. He called a couple of times to no avail, but then the man called his number back. Success! The phone was located, I had the number of the man with the phone and thought we had arranged for him to bring it to me Saturday. I said I would give $20US for gas, but then decided I would do $30 instead.
- Saturday – no phone. Sunday morning I figured out the landline situation where I am staying. That’s a bit of a tale itself involving moving one phone set to another phone jack and experimenting a bit. I used the landline and was able to contact the fellow who found it. It was difficult speaking with him. He speaks English well, but he speaks quickly and I have an entirely different accent, resulting in me asking him to repeat himself a lot. He wanted to text me when he got to the city but I only had a land line. I was saved by Fran, a friend of a friend of mine in Canada. Fran was able to arrange a meetup with the man with my phone and she also got me there! I learned the man is Tandy and he works at one of the neighbouring houses. A huge thank you to Tandy and his wife for returning my phone instead of keeping it or selling it.
Part 2 – the internet
Disclaimer: I come from the land of unlimited data. I restrict my data usage when I am told, but my host and I did not have any conversation about data limits. I discovered too late that it is noted on the Airbnb house manual, so it is my bad.
Saturday, while waiting for my phone, I decided to catch up on two of my shows and ended up successfully streaming four episodes in total. Yes, there was enough data for me to stream 4 entire episodes. But then I had NO Wi-fi. Nada! Given the aforementioned power outages, I assumed that the internet was just down even though the router was on. Hey, it happens sometimes back home…. Sunday morning I figured out what I had done.
A few problems:
- I had not yet figured out the landline situation. It is why I figured it out. I found a phone attached to the wall but it wouldn’t let me call anything. It had a very odd dial tone and was just useless. See the photo for the age of the technology. At least it isn’t a rotary phone!
- I had no phone to access mobile data, to contact my travelling host or to access my emergency contacts which I keep in a Samsung note on my phone. (That shortsightedness is now being corrected btw)
I got over my helpless mind set and began problem solving.
- I moved the phone to the phone line by the router and success! I could call out. I tried calling my host but her phone must be off.
- I called the internet provider hoping to top up with my credit card. I wasn’t optimistic because I don’t have the account information but I learned what to do. I just need to get to an outlet that sells data PINs. *I did’t have to do this. Debbie, my exceedingly accommodating host upgraded the internet and now I am all good*
I typed this while I had no internet, no cell phone, no transportation and limited contacts. I was safe though. I could go next door and reach out to Noreen and her husband Adrian. I could bother Pardon, the gardener who lives on the property. I could dial Fran incessantly until she picks up. And I am in a safe neighbourhood. Some embassy people live here. I have seen armed guards patrolling the area. The golden retriever Bronxie for company. I also have digital tv, enough to eat, a pool, and a beautiful property to enjoy.
Now all is well. I have been taken care of my some lovely ladies in Zimbabwe – Debbie, Fran and Tandy’s wife (and Tandy of course). I will keep my phone close, stop streaming and abusing Wi-fi data and live just slightly more modestly (reasonably?) than my spoiled North American self is accustomed to at home.
The phone that saved me: 