Victoria Falls could be called the Adventure Capital of Africa. There is so much here for the thrill-seeker, from Bungee jumping to white water rafting, from riding elephants to walking with lions and just about everything in between.
Last November my Last Born, who now lives in the UK, came to stay and brought his delightful English Lass with him for her first trip to Africa.
When he was nine years old we had visited Victoria Falls, he had seen those crazy people who like to throw themselves off perfectly good bridges and from that day it became his dream to do the same. Of course he was young then and I could still tell him what he could and couldn’t do but now he is an adult there is not much I can do about it.
So one day I took them Bungee jumping.
Arriving to register (and to sign their lives away on what is probably a pretty water-tight indemnity form) we were greeted by this innocuous notice:
Then we saw this (that little box on the side of the bridge is where you stand before falling into the abyss):
And then this:
Reading the words on that indemnity form caused English Lass to have second thoughts (I don’t blame her!).
But Last Born, being quite persuasive got her to agree to do a tandem jump with him. Somehow the idea of being strapped to her nearest and dearest while falling 111 metres (365 feet) felt safer.
Apparently doing the Zip Line is the perfect way to prepare yourself for the Bungee, but it still looked pretty scary to me.
And then for the pièce de résistance. The Granddad of adrenalin rushes. The Bungee.
It was terrifying for me standing on that bridge (which shook and trembled as heavy-duty transport lorries trundled across in single file) watching my child launch himself into the air and then fall 111 metres – albeit attached to someone else and to a long rope. I think I shook and trembled more than those lorries.
Even hanging over the bridge rails taking these photos gave me a head rush!
And when I thought my ordeal was over English Lass, now overcome with adventure and excitement, agreed to jump on her own and they both had another go.
This was Last Born’s first visit back to Africa in five years and I think that day was the highlight of his trip. My highlight of the day was when we walked off that bridge and the ground wasn’t shaking.
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What a wonderful adventure. Brave kids, and a very brave Mum !
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Not so much brave as terrified!
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The English Lass certainly doesn’t lack gumption!
I remember that border line – where some enterprising Zambians were stepping over it and daring tourists to do the same from the Zim side, whereupon they would grab them, drag them into Zambia, fine them for illegal entry, and also beat them up a little just for fun.
I was very impressed with her, as was Last Born.
Luckily now everyone now realises that tourists are Pretty Important People and they can’t go about treating them like that any more.
I LOVE this blog! I don’t comment on it often enough – but it keeps me both grounded AND uplifted (and hey… bouncing all over the place…with the bungee analogy.) And yeah… makes a certain mini funnylass of me and mine miss home. Wonderful stuff! Thanks!! x
I’m glad my stories uplift you and that I bring a bit of home to your mini funnylass (who has a not so mini, very grown-up and often hilarious take on life).
I love the bungee analogy 😀 but when I see it like that I think I might prefer to stay grounded. Or uplifted. But not bouncing around on a bungee cord. I’m far too old for that kind of excitement! 😉 x
Keep ’em coming! & bungees…. I am too old and yet not old enough. On my To Do list for when i am 80..
Perhaps by 80 we once again have the couldn’t care less, invincible mind-set of a twenty-something year old?
I think I’ll be older when that comes – I’m terrified of heights. Maybe we could make it a date 😉
What a wonderful mom you are!!!!
Thank you. I guess a mom’s gotta do what a mom’s gotta do 😉
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