 he Historical trip was over, and, as we had planned, on the same day we left for Victoria Falls by Steam train from the train station in Bulawayo. The ticket had already been bought and the night wagon reserved. The journey takes 12 hours and the train used is old Rhodesian Railways rolling stock which appears to have a feel of English Colonialism, with the brass fittings and wood panelling adding to the charm of the journey. It took the night to get to Victoria Falls early on the next morning. The spray of the fall could be seen from far away: Mosi-oa-tunya as the Falls are known in the local culture. Off to the bed&breakfast to leave the luggage and a Rhodesian Ridgeback dog crosses our road, where a better appropriate encounter? The Falls are of majestic beauty, a force of the nature to which confront humans fade away. Lucky: no many tourists on that morning, we could enjoy almost a lonely site. The rain forest is as it should be, very wet: lot of spray all over, wet hair, wet clothes, a hot humid walk across that tropical tuft of green. Suddenly a group of Japaneese tourists pop up from behind a bend of the path. They wore raincoat and each held an umbrella. In meeting them again later on the raincoats and umbrellas had disappeared in their bag presumably. Then the danger point: a sheer drop in the Zambesi (Great Waters), down into the white waters towards the boiling pot. White waters rafting was taking place down below: people crowded rafts ready to get high adrenalina levels in their vessels.
A walk along the cliff to the falls bridge where  bungee jumping challenges peoples courage. At the time it was the highest in the world. A young woman went  screeming all the way down, and then bounced up and then down again screaming over and over.Later on we rented a bycicle for riding along the Zambesi bank looking for hippos, but we met elephant instead, a rather scaring encounter. They are huge when getting so close and do not like noises and my bycicle was creaking, so we stopped holding breath, slowly turned back pushing our bikes  quickly walking off their path.
We had a lovely drink at the Victoria Falls Hotel where we stayed also for dinner. Some more feel of past times. 



	











The two-person coupe reserved for Mrs Lauridsen and Mrs Piscedda for the overnight express ride leaving at 9 p.m. Bulawayo and reaching Victoria Falls at 7 a.m. Nice wooden paneling, a fold-down metal washbasin, a mirrored cabinet, small table, and freshly-laundered bed linen on the comfortable green bunk beds made the train homy.










The steam train and the landscape ad dawn, people along the railways, a card illustrating the Zambesi Falls Express en route to the Victoria Falls.












The Victoria Falls station, view from inside and from outside at the time of arrival; an old card showing the early Victoria Falls railway Station.