Travel and Adventures in Zimbabwe

When we reached Victoria Falls, we decided to try white water rafting. During our first
adventure and each time we fell out of the boat, it felt like I was going to drown. I was practically
cartwheeling into the water, as though we were being spun around in a washing machine with no
hope of ever reaching the surface for air. There were also crocodiles in the river, and when I
finally reached the surface to take a breath, I saw that none of my other boat friends could be
seen, or the boat for that matter.

A person on a kayak came up and asked if I was okay. I answered, ‘No, not really’, after
swallowing what seemed like half of the Zambezi River. They pulled me back to the boat, where
I was lifted back in only for the boat to capsize again at the next rapids. I do not know how we
survived the day, as I was sure I was going to die, but we did. We later discovered that two
boatloads of people had been killed two weeks previously, which did not surprise me. After we
had endured the day’s excitement, a photographer approached enthusiastically, saying: ‘Look at
this, isn’t it brilliant?’ I cast my eyes down to the photograph he was showing me and saw that it
was an amazing picture of our boat getting catapulted far into the air at a ninety-degree angle to
the water below. I saw that all of us were captured in mid-air falling backwards out of the boat,
suspended above the water. I thanked him very much for the picture and understood why I had
thought I was on the verge of death.