From Vic Falls to Bulawayo

It is a ghost town. The shops are closed, the windows shuttered and the interiors gutted.

But it is not an abandoned ghost town. People do still live here. Their livelihoods, however, do not.

This is the town of Vic Falls.

When you enter Zim be prepared to encounter the most aggressive and desperate haggling. Anything and everything is for sale, your shirts, your socks, your shoes, your hairbands, your food, but most importantly, your US Dollars. And don't go to them, they will come to you. In Vic Falls we found ourselves walking around with a veritable harem of hagglers. It was like a game of hot potato as we tried to convince them that we did not want anything. Also, make sure you don't show anything of value, like your camera--that's a recipe to drag LOTS of attention to you.

In Zim the first thing you'll notice are Zimbabwean dollars, everywhere, which are utterly useless (A truckload couldn't buy you a loaf of bread in 2009). Not anymore!

Ever want a 100 Trillion Dollar bank note? In Zimbabwe, you can get one for about one or two US dollars! Yes, the currency actually has value, if only to trade with the few tourists.

And tourists are what Zim is starved of. You can see the infrastructure is there. Throughout the country there are backpackers. In Vic Falls, there's an extremely helpful Backpacker information center. In Bulwayo there's a very helpful Black Rhino safari group. There are vibrant (well, used to be vibrant) shops and markets throughout.

We went to a restaurant in Vic Falls. My meal of steak, vegetables and sadza was $1.50, and that included wait service and dishes. We were given a very informal township tour by a local who we met a supermarket. I also had the delight of arm wrestling a Zim guy after convincing him that I did not have any old shirts to give him.

Crossing the border from Zam to Zim we met a Brit and recent Uni grad, Chris Lynch. He's doing the incredible Cairo to Cape and has been on the road since November. He's been to the most hair raising places, from Sudan to the Democratic Republic of the Congo, and I can only say that I am fantastically jealous! I am, however, not at all jealous of that monstrous backpack of his.

The train from Vic Falls to Bulwayo leaves maybe everyday at 6:30ish and is anywhere from a 12 to 18 hr ride. There are many instances where you actually roll backwards on the tracks (a 'wonderful' feeling) or stop for long periods of time in the bush.

We entered Bulawayo and were picked up at the train station by Christine, an old white (surprising) lady who runs a hostel with her husband and we scheduled a safari for the next day, at $70 USD per person for a full private catered day out with a professional hunter at Matobo National Park. Although we did not see any Black Rhinos (what the park is famous for. That and Cecil Rhodes' grave) we saw a rather curious hippo, some fleeting Giraffe and some truly incredible San/Bushmen Rock art.

ATMs do not work in Zimbabwe, not just for Mastercard. Rumor has it that the government put a block on ATMs just for Bulawayo, but I find that hard to believe. I asked our guide how they saved their money. The answer: They don't. So we spent our time in the city futilely ATM hopping--conveniently an excellent way to see the city.

Bulawayo is a beautiful city, full of wide avenues originally designed for a horse and buggy to do a u-turn in. The buildings are quite nice too.

Since we could not withdraw cash we nearly failed to exit the country. Things became so hectic that our guide began contacting his personal friends to ask if they could loan us money. Hayley considered kicking a police officer so that she could get deported. Finally, Christine, our hostel owner, convinced Greyhound to let us on the bus and we could pay once we got to the South African side. We got on just as the bus driver started the bus! We're also $60 in debt to Chris, who payed for the backpacker.

Next a 14-15hr bus ride and 3hrs at SA customs!

A land without a time: Zimbabwe

So we entered Zim through the Vic Falls entrance. Yes, this is really the border police station. (The actual customs station is a real building beyond the hill)

At a glimpse, Zimbabwe is a country with great potential. It's people are friendly peaceful and innovative, its cities have decent infrastructure for both business and tourism, and some of its public utilities work (debatable), surprisingly. There is a very posh, and I mean posh in the imperial British sense, hotel at Vic Falls. Banks and ATMs are everywhere (more on that later), the road system isn't a total disaster, and you can actually take a train from Vic falls to Bulawayo, cockroaches and all, despite it taking about 18 hours (by minibus: 6hrs).


But statistical indicators, and actual life, are more ominous. According to the Fund for Peace, Zimbabwe is number two in the world on the Failed State Index, as of 2009, right after Somalia. That is, the government is so ineffective and weak it exerts little or no effective control. The central ZANU-PF (Mugabe's political party) has limited authority over the outlying areas. Unlike Somalia, however, the country is actually quite safe to travel in and to walk around in, even at night, which is a pleasant surprise. It's been said that if the Zimbabweans were not as easy going, they would have overthrown Mugabe years ago.

(Looking out from the Vic Falls hotel.)

That's not to say Zimbabwe's government doesn't exert any influence. It's perceived tentacles seem to infiltrate daily life, even outside of the country (The Zimbabwean refugees at De Doorns fear Mugabe's Intelligence Agency.) People within the country will not speak about Mugabe in public. The consequences are too great.

And Zim is poor. It has the lowest measured GDP (PPP) of every country in the entire world at something like $200 per year per capita. Poverty is everywhere. As a tourist, people treat you like royalty because they know you have money.

Lusaka to Livingstone, Zambia

Lusaka, how does one describe it? Polluted, Soviet-esque, Grey, heavily Christian. Africa.

We had some random experiences there. Stumbling upon a meeting place for the African Union, Parliament, playing Soccer with Zambian youth at a Church, going to the market (called Arcades). As well, any Zambian in a car will call to you and shout "Taxi?"

Zambia has a small economically important Indian population--mostly Shopowners and restaurateurs.

At our hostel, goods were known to go missing. Oddly enough, they tend to get replaced when one complained to the staff--like my Mosi beer which conveniently reappeared when I had a lengthy discussion with the guard/ handyman, John--a bright lad of 20, who complained that dowry for wives had doubled to 200,000 kwatcha, or about $50.

People love Obama. If anything, the first sentence they speck to you usually follows this pattern.... mumble mumble mumble Obama!? mumble!

From Lusaka we traveled to Livingstone by bus, a 7 hr journey. The Bus station is not for the faint of heart--you have to steel yourself for the barrage of bus offers and stares. We were also treated to a complimentary fire-and-brimstone sermon on the Mazhandu Family Bus Service, bus.

It would be about two days by train. Trains by the way, look as if someone took them off the tracks, burned them. Dissembled them and reassembled them with junk parts. Highly ill-advisable.

Livingstone is a more touristy location due to Victoria Falls. Victoria falls are hectic. Thousands of gallons a second, mist so intense that there is constant torrential rain (you can't bring a camera close to the falls!). Pictures do it more justice than words.

Zambia (Part One)

We planned for things to go horribly horribly wrong, and that's exactly what happened.

On arrival at Lusaka International Airport, we expected a $30 charge for a travel visa, a requirement to enter the country.

Wrong.

The government changed it to $50 per person a few weeks back. It MUST be paid in US dollars, not the local currency, the Zambia Kwatcha. ATM's only distribute kwatcha. There are about 4700 kwatcha per dollar. You can imagine bills racking up into hundreds of thousands of this play money.

The travel visa desk took our passports until we could withdraw the requisite cash. I decided to go use an ATM to get Kwatcha out and then convert it to USD. To do so, I had to exit the airport.

Wrong move.

Mastercard is NOT accepted in Zambia, only Visa cards. No cash, no travel visa.

Now I had to return to the arrival section of the airport without a boarding pass. I spent the next few minutes arguing with security about how idiotic their system is. They wouldn't let me back in until a member of the travel visa desk arrived and Kristin removed the money.

Problem solved, and on our way to Chachacha Backpackers, in Lusaka. Three of us, Hayley, Kristin, and I.