By Roxanne Reid
The sun is sinking in the sky and a few hippos are honking at each other in the distance as a croc slides silently into the river. A few kilometres upstream of the Victoria Falls, where the Zambezi River is still slow and peaceful, we’re floating past small islands, sipping on our gin-and-tonics and toasting the palm trees on the shore.
The sun is sinking in the sky and a few hippos are honking at each other in the distance as a croc slides silently into the river. A few kilometres upstream of the Victoria Falls, where the Zambezi River is still slow and peaceful, we’re floating past small islands, sipping on our gin-and-tonics and toasting the palm trees on the shore.
