Zambezi Valley If the average person was asked about the Zambezi Valley, how many would actually have anything to say? From all the places I have been in the world, the Zambezi Valley stands out most in my mind. The mighty Zambezi River forms the border between Zimbabwe and Zambia as they lie on the maps in our libraries. Few people have been graced the opportunity to be in the presence of this majestic silver python as it carves away at the crust of our earth. There is no better way to experience this natural wonder than by organizing an expedition and venturing into the unknown wilderness of the "Dark Continent" for memories that will last you a lifetime. Unfortunately these days you have to do it …show more content…
Traveling is a very stimulating hobby, but Africa is part of me. Darkness overcame all as Mother Earth turned her back on the center of our solar system. In the heart of Africa everything is sleeping, or so you are meant to think. The ruler of that kingdom is patrolling his territory in absolute silence. His bushy black mane casts a shadow in the pale moonlight. Eyes like those of an eagle penetrate the darkest shadows of the bush. The soft gray pads of his paws tread along the game path barely leaving any evidence of his presence. The great beast strides graciously along before disappearing into black night. He will soon find either a dense thicket or some tall Buffalo grass swaying back and forth on the rhythm of the early morning breeze where he can lay his giant body down and get some rest. Stars begin to fade as a mysterious yellow glow takes their place in the East. The bush is coming …show more content…
Downstream from the great Victoria Falls is Lake Kariba. Kariba is a unique place with outstanding beauty. A great inland sea, nestled amongst the mountains, guarded by enormous reserves of game, and made beautiful and savage by sun and storm, earth and water, life and death. It is unforgettable on a dust-tasting, hazy-blue September day to watch the game treading its daily course to the edge of the lake's vast waters, or in the rainy season when the air is crystal clear and the images razor sharp, to watch the wet-skinned elephants slowly walking across the flood plains that are carpeted with a new green flush. Most of all, of Kariba you will remember the smells of Africa. The dust of the day, the moisture of the lake, and the smell of advancing rain. Or, perhaps ultimate experience, watching the red sun sliding into dusky blackness as the earth turns beneath it into night - the dead trees that fill the lake and the blue-black mountains that slope down to its wooded shore slowly merging with the blackness until they are
A familiar sound, yet somehow different. Blinding rays of sun pound on any bare skin that it can find. Out of breath, yet every time a breath is taken it tastes somehow more fresh than those that were taken just hours ago. Water has never tasted as good as it does now. Not a single tree blocks my sight of the vast landscape surrounding. As far as the human eye can register are planes and smaller mountains that seem like nothing compared to Humphrey’s peak; appearing almost as if they could be devoured in a single bite if wanting a light snack. The mountains dissipate into the far land; the decreased visibility makes the far land around me seem like a ghostly
The day started with clear blue skies and not a cloud in the sight. The only noise that you could hear was a concert given by the nearby crickets, and a lonely bull frog singing nearby in unison. As the evening passes on a sharp snoring noise can be heard muffled softly.
It was early, the sun was just beginning to peak over the mountains that lined the distant horizon. The breeze carried with it the scents of dew and the variety of wildflowers that grew along the lake shore. Flocks of birds flew over head, their cries piercing the silence of morning.
In the trees the birds stopped singing, and gradually quietened down until silence had completely fallen over the hills. They sat in their nests, motionless, like small figures, lifeless. All could be heard was the wind, and the occasional tumble of leaves onto the rocky surface beneath.
the eagle. This is the big blue sky and the vast mass of sea that is
Zimbabwe has one of the densest rail networks in all of Sub- Saharan Africa. The railways give Zimbabwe links to South Africa to the south and Zambia to the North. The railways connect Zimbabwe to ports of Maputa and Beira. (Sanger)
Mozambique to the East and Zambia to the North. With an area of 391,090 km2
Zimbabwe’s border, in total, is 3,066km long. It’s bordered by five countries; Zambia, Mozambique, Botswana, Namibia, and South Africa. It joins Namibia at its westernmost point, meeting the country at an almost exact point. The lengths of its borders are as follows; Botswana 813km, Mozambique 1,231km, South Africa 225km, and Zambia 797km. Our country conducts many import/export exchanges with our neighbouring countries. We have built a good bridge with our bordering nations.
Ampim, Manu Prof. “Great Zimbabwe: A History Almost Forgotten.” Manuampim.com. n.p. May 2004. Web. 7 Mar. 2014. http://www.manuampim.com/ZIMBABWE.html.
I lie down again: it didn't work. I think I'll stay here a while and think about things until I can get up and stand and maybe walk again. I may be some time. I'm looking up into the sky. Its night but its not that dark. The moon's out and so are the stars and there are no clouds in the sky. True, its not as bright as it is, say, during the day, but nevertheless it's relatively bright. It's a damn sight brighter then the inside of a really dark cave with your head covered in a thick, thick blanket with your eyes closed. But ours is not to quibble on the brightness, or lack thereof, of this night in question.
I have been waiting for this day for many years now. When I was a child, my favorite study was History, we learned all about Planet Earth. Since those years I have dreamed of traveling there and learning how the people survived. What they ate, and how they went on their day to day lives. So today is the day, my bags are packed and all my equipment is secured away for travel. Only forty-five more minutes before we start loading onto the space craft.
The first European to arrive to Great Zimbabwe was a German explorer named Karl Mauch, in 1871. It was Mauch’s friend, Adam Render, who was also German and was living in the tribe of Chief Pika, that has lead him to Great Zimbabwe. When Mauch first saw the ruins, he abruptly concluded that Great Zimbabwe wasn’t erected by Africans. He felt that the handiwork was too delicate and the people who constructed this showed they were way too civilized to have been the work of Africans.
Zambia is a landlocked country in South-East Africa rich in natural resources, among which copper and cobalt mining, and vast territories, most suitable for agriculture. Throughout the 19th century, Britain colonized Zambia to exploit these resources; in 1889, the British South Africa Company (BSAC) took control of Zambia and begun to mining copper in vast quantities. By the Second World War, Zambia had become the largest importer of copper in Britain. In 1953, Zambia was included in the Central African Federation that was controlled by Britain but allowed Zambians to participate in politics. The federation was stable until 1956 when the price of copper fell and the wages of mining workers decreased. In response to the Britain’s political dominance
The sunset was not spectacular that day. The vivid ruby and tangerine streaks that so often caressed the blue brow of the sky were sleeping, hidden behind the heavy mists. There are some days when the sunlight seems to dance, to weave and frolic with tongues of fire between the blades of grass. Not on that day. That evening, the yellow light was sickly. It diffused softly through the gray curtains with a shrouded light that just failed to illuminate. High up in the treetops, the leaves swayed, but on the ground, the grass was silent, limp and unmoving. The sun set and the earth waited.
The fifth planet where the lamplighter do his work. It was the smallest planet of all. The lamplighter is doing his work again and again.