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Swimming in Devil’s Pool on the edge of Victoria Falls — November 12, 1998

Please only attempt during the low season

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Brian, Aren and Roland, Victoria Falls, Zambia — November 12, 1998

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Aren, Marieke and Roland swimming on the ledge of Victoria Falls, Zambia — November 12, 1998

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Zambia side during low season, Victoria Falls — September 5, 1998

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Curio market near Victoria Falls, Livingstone, Zambia — November 12, 1998

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Small falls Victoria Falls, Zambia — September 5, 1998

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Enjoying a nice Mosi Lager, Victoria Falls, Zambia — September 5, 1998

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Victoria Falls Bridge over the Zambezi, Zambia — September 5, 1998

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Mosi-oa-Tunya / Victoria Falls, Zambia — September 5, 1998

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Brian pondering the magnificent Zambezi River, Victoria Falls, Zambia — November 12, 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.