Trip Start Apr 24, 2012
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We arrived just before sun set. Having had contact with Mike and Christine, they suggested we stay at Marumba, about a minute or so from where they stayed at the Royal Livingstone. They popped in to great us and to discuss our plans for the next day. I could not help think “this is the couple to hook up with” after hearing of the fantastic high tea they enjoyed in the afternoon. They obviously know how to enjoy themselves.
With great expectation we rose the next morning to go see the Vic Falls from the Zambian side. This would be a first for both of us. Carlos has seen it from the Zimbabwean side but not from Zambia so we were keen to get there while the light was soft, early morning.
It did not fail to impress! The spray generated by the masses of water is enough to wet one like a summers rain. In fact, the Royal Livingstone guests are issued with yellow rain coats for their protection. The double rainbow invites one to come closer and the does it's normal trick, moving just out of reach once again. The falls are amazing. And not having any other image of it to compare it with, it is quite possibly the most beautiful from this side. The only down side is that one can simply not capture it all on film. The lens, however you try, can simply not take it all in.
Carlos says that the falls are even more impressive from the Zim side. I would love to see that some time but for now have to take his word for it. We walked across the hang bridge. You can go right up to the edge, just like at Epupa. Although here, there are barriers, but you are still right on the edge. We could take a walk along the river just before it falls over the edge
We were invited to come have a look at the Royal Livingstone as Mike and Christine still had to have the most scrumptious breakfast waiting for them before checking out. A memorable place. It takes one back in time with its décor and setting complete with a Bell boys and ceiling fans.
Carlos and I both agreed that this was our boy Luke’s “kind of camping”. LOL! The breakfast spread was endless and the presentation “out of this world”. If only we could sponsor the family for a week or two at the Royal Livingstone. I can just picture it. Little miss Layla in her Nartjie outfit running down the green grass embankment, Carla reclining at the pool, sipping on a tall cocktail, Luke loving every minute of the pamper and Tom and Rox napping in the “California King size bed” till late afternoon. We will all meet for high tea in the afternoon with Layla on Oupi’s knee.
(dream on baby)
We went back to camp for boiled eggs and toast. Somehow not as appealing but always a winner. Mike and Christine arrived even before we were done. We had to stop for supplies and money and then the trip could officially start.
As you can imagine – the two places had nothing in common. Although lovely, with all that a campsite should have, visiting the Royal Livingstone is enough to spoil anything else for anyone for life.