Whose land is it anyway?_
Arriving at Victoria Falls was like going back to another age: the tiny airport was a little hub of human activity. The building was bustling with people, carrying bags, talking, reading newspapers, waiting. The stifling heat was a stark contrast to the slick efficiency of Johannesburg's airport, which I'd left just two hours before.
Our little half planeload of sixty people seemed to have taken the local officials by surprise. We filled in our arrival forms and dutif…
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Posted on March 28, 2009 at 7:00pm — 1 Comment