When I was booking all the activities for this African Adventure, I kept reading about the Devil’s Pool. I was highly intrigued, but then saddened to learn that since we were traveling in April (wet season), the Devil’s Pool would be too dangerous. I kept researching and found another option, Angel’s Pool. Swimming in Victoria Falls… yes please. Sign me up.
Instead of flying out of VFA in Zimbabwe, Mit and I took a transport over the bridge into Zambia. We would swim in the falls, eat breakfast, then fly out of LIV on the Zambia side. Our pickup was late, so much so that I was worried we would miss our booking completely. The land border was pretty easy, except that all of the workers there seemed beyond lazy. It was as if our using of the border was getting in the way of their day full of nothing. Finally, we got through and arrived at the hotel. The hotels on the Zambia side seemed less Disneyland-fake and more like oppressive colonial plantations. They were beautiful, but they didn’t seem to belong.
We were ushered out quickly to the dock where we met up with 2 couples: one from Australia and the other from Canada. We bonded quickly with Jon and Kim from Canadia. Apparently, none of us knew exactly what we would be doing. I had left my phone for fear of water. Luckily, I brought my GoPro. Jon and Kim had their phones, so we setup a little trade of our pictures for theirs. At first we walked to the left side of the island and looked over the edge of the falls
It felt like we were looking off the edge of the earth. SO MUCH WATER. We climbed on the rocks and took our pictures. At this point I felt silly for wearing my bathing suit and not bringing my phone. Then we walked to the other side and it all made sense. My first thought was that we had found the end of the rainbow. With the volume of water during rainy season, then mist from the crashing water rose up for hundreds of meters splashing rainbows everywhere. Then I saw it… Angel’s Pool. There was a small rope. We were instructed to walk hand in hand single-file. The rocks were shaky at best and had the feel that they would cut my foot at any instant.
We inched out to the last dry rock before submerging into the pool. It is a life-changing experience to be hanging onto a rope looking over the edge of a giant waterfall. We took the plunge and got to feel the current as it swept by us. It was a true adrenaline rush. After our time, we got out and headed to eat some breakfast. Overall, the experience blew my mind.
After we changed, we had a little time to enjoy the hotel. It was a very pleasant back porch feeling. We were picked up and shuttled to the airport. Now this was a small place. It turned out that British Airways was going through a strike for some pointless reason or other. Because of that, Mit and I got to spend 4 more hours in an airport that was the size of a bus station. LIV gets between 2 and 3 flights per day. So the three shops and food vendors close in the afternoon. We were left without anything to eat or do. I wasn’t going to let this sour my mood. I had just experienced a force of nature.