Where Do I Even Start

So, lets just say that the past few days have been amazing to the n-th degree. Leaving Zanzibar was difficult indeed, but right off we arrived in Malawi at Kande Beach along the shores of the massive Lake Malawi. Beautiful white sand beaches, palm trees, amazing locals to visit and stroll around with, i.e. a repeat of Zanzibar. But, the people were so much more open and friendly and we got to enjoy a local meal by candlelight on grass mats, out in front of a farmers house, completely surrounded by corn. Singing and dancing followed the meal of soup, meat, ugali and vegetables. Afterwards we all went out at a local dive bar. An African dive bar is quite different from one in the US, to say the least. Only males are "allowed" out at night, the bar pumps out extremely loud African/reggae/rap music to which people dance outside in the dirt. After becoming even more tan than I was on Zanzibar, we moved on to Lilongwe for a few days and then on to Zimbabwe, starting off with a bush camp experience that was so miserable I can barely talk about it. Basically, it is real hot here. But, there must be an alien mineral in the soil here that absorbs heat and somehow doesn't release it, even after the sun sets. In the tent, the ground radiated heat to the point that it felt like I was sitting on a hot plate. I basically turned myself like a rotisserie the entire night so that I wouldn't burn whatever side was touching the ground. Harare was next, and it was a full-on city with everything that you would expect from a European or American city... except supplies. Hundreds of stores, most with nothing on the shelves. A product of the countries poor political and economics. What we saw apparently was much better than in recent months, where there was absolutely no bread nor meat nor vegetables to be found. Yet, these guys are so laid back that there is no violence to be seen nor talked about. There isn't a more accepting and resilient people that I have seen than Zimbabweans.

And then there was Antelope Park. I walked along side 3 massive lions as they rubbed against me, held their shoulder blades in my hand as they oscillated up and down next to me and watched them stalk antelope and zebras. I also went on a long horseback ride through the bush, seeing wild game along the way, trotting and cantering my way through grass like in Gladiator. Then I moved on to riding an elephant into a lake and held on as they thrashed left, right and back at the behest of the trainer. Went for an advanced horeback ride through the bush at full gallop, also riding it into the same lake for a swim as with the elephant before racing it against the other riders. That was day one. Later, I played with lion cubs, took a canoe around the lake, went on informative walks and finally ended with another lion walk.

Yesterday, I jumped off a 111 meter (333 foot) bridge facing Victoria Falls with a little springy rope tied to my ankles. Thankfully, it made me bounce up again. My first bungee jump was the 3 rd highest in the world, the Vic Falls Bridge Bungee. Then I did it again, but facing backwards.
Today I will fly over the falls in a helicopter and then follow that tomorrow with more jumping off of high places, doing a gorge wing across the massive gorge carved out by the Zambezi River below. Hopefully, the rope is shorter than the drop...

I have an intense facination with jumping off of things. Of this, I am sure.