Chameleon, Zimbabwe

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Ben the chameleon — Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe — September 11, 1998

This curious creature named Ben strolled up one fine day while we were repairing the cars in Victoria Falls. He instantly became my old friend. We spent many joyous hours together blending until tragedy struck. We placed Ben down for just some moments while we took care of business and when we looked for him, he was gone, vanished in thin air, disappeared. The moral of the story is, if you care about you chameleon, don’t put him down.

Ben the chameleon — Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe — September 11, 1998

Ben the chameleon — Victoria Falls, Zimbabwe — September 11, 1998

Countries visited - Africa 1998 - 1999

Our scehdule

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.