|The last of our kickballs.|
Of course, with a leader as inept as RM, the infrastructure of a once prosperous nation is absolutely in ruins; so much so that when you do come across a beautiful garden or village you stop and take pause. In a country crumbling to rubble, the aesthetic of a few resilient souls is illuminating.
|A school on the edge of Lake Karibe...no roof, over 50 kids to one classroom and absentee teachers. Unfortunately, this is quite common in rural Zimbabwe.|
Our first week in Zim we toured Hwanke National Park, Victoria Falls, Lake Kariba and Mana Pools. From there we worked our way south through Harare and down to The Great Zimbabwe Ruins, a 15th century fortress perched among giant boulders where a powerful kingdom once stood. Once home to over 20,000 Great Zimbabwe is Africa's largest archeological site south of the pyramids. Environmental degradation and over population eroded the once great kingdom and by the 18th century (when the whities happened upon it [I won't saw discovered it, as the locals had known about it for centuries]) only a handful of people remained living among the stones. It was breathtaking. We loved it. The name Zimbabwe hales from this site, meaning great stone house.
And we loved the company we met along the way. Good experiences are magnified through good company. Thank you Pantelis (Greece), Jordan (Vermont), Carolyn (Hawaii), the brothers from Lake Oswego, Trevor and Derek, you are bright stars in our hearts. Where else on earth could you sit amidst ancient ruins partaking in debauchery (beer shotguns) with a posse of kids young enough to be our own then wake to a holy Christian revival led, ironically enough, by the spirit of a dead American Zionist preacher from Tennessee. Ever heard of William Marrion Brenham? No? Neither had I, but apparently he has a large following in Zimbabwe and we have a new set of acquaintances because of him.
The following link will take you into the ruins of Great Zimbabwe, our Christian revival and our first days in Mozambique (you can distinguish these photos by the palms).
We love having you along for the ride. We are halfway through our journey, but nowhere close to Cairo. So we've decided to step up the pace a bit. When we saw a sign pointing south the Capetown 1,000 miles and north to Cairo 5,000 miles we started to panic. We might skip Zambia and Malawi, but then again, we might not. From here (Tofo, Mozambique) we're headed north up the coast in search of tropical warm waters and coco gelato in Isla de Mozambique. From there we'll decide where-to-next.
Big love and coconut kisses from us,