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From Prof. Wolfgang Thome's News of East Africa and Indian Ocean area. Click here or on page below for full report (pdf)




by Gill Staden

8 November 2009

I spent the day today in Vic Falls Town. The border crossing from Zambia was a breeze &endash; not many people and all the officers seemed to be doing an efficient job.

My first port of call was the Victoria Falls Hotel. This hotel is the town's colonial hotel, being built in 1914 … well the first bit, anyway. It has had extensions over the years to make room for more and more people.

The hotel overlooks the gorges, below the Victoria Falls and the Victoria Falls bridge. It has maintained its high standards and remains a popular hotel.

Next I took a tour along the road by the river and found some baboons pruning each other, and then one mum ran off with her baby in a rather ungainly fashion. The rainy season, which we are just starting, is often overlooked as a time to visit this region, but I love it. The animals are all dropping their young and the bush is so beautifully green.

This river road turns inland and passes the baobab. Everyone who visits Vic Falls Town has to go and take a photograph of this old baobab which must have stood for over 1,000 years … and seen many changes in its lifetime.

From there I popped up to Victoria Falls Safari Lodge, affectionately called Saf Lodge. This lodge is high up on a ridge overlooking MFA. M = Miles. A = Africa. The F is for your interpretation. Down below is a waterhole which attracts animal from miles around. Today the waterhole was fairly quiet &endash; just a few marabou storks … and I could see the ripples in the water &endash; a sign of crocs, and there are plenty there …


As the time passed, vultures began to appear circling around overhead and then landing on trees just below the hotel. They were waiting for lunch. Every day at 1pm, the meat scraps from the hotel are strewn in the bush below. And the vultures, storks and kites know this routine. And … just after 1pm … the guide went there carrying a crate of meat scraps and bones. He threw them into the bush, made a hasty retreat and we all watched as the birds swooped en masse, divinghead-first into the feast.