(Special Note: Happy Birthday Andrew!)

Ever since I met Squiffy, she has yapped on about her amazing experience rafting the Mighty Zambezi river back in November 2000 with her previous boyfriend. At this time of year, the water-level is a lot higher than in November which means two things:

1) Of the 25 rapids, it is only safe for us to attempt the last 15 or so.
2) Having more water flow through them, the rapids will be smaller than on Squiffy’s last attempt.

We had a fun day on the water, albeit it was rather tame compared to rafting previously undertaken by both of us. We did have one major moment where we capsized in between two rapids and had to clamber onto the upturned raft to ‘negotiate’ the imminently approaching white-water. Needless to say, that we lost two of our paddles at this early stage and so both the girls on our boat had a pleasure ride for the rest of the journey!

Much more scary than the water, was the walk down into the canyon to get to our boats. The scree path was reinforced with criss-crossed wood to form a makeshift ladder. Unfortunately, Squiffy fell, landing right on a rock and has a bruise the size of a saucer on her botty cheek. I tore a hole in the side of my foot near the top of the cliff, ignored it at the time, but had to stop to get it patched-up midway. (At time of writing, fives days on, Squiffy’s still got the bruise and I’m still limping.)

For DaveC and others with a fear of reptiles: There were crocodiles on the edge of the river, eagerly awaiting their lunch in the next human capsize. Seriously. (I knew that would scare you.)

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