Sep 15 2011 A beer in Victoria Falls: the promise of the end

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  And he looked, side again looked hop Zambia, where I lived last year unrepeatable moments. And laughed and waited for Fernando Bernardo, I called to join the group, and I put back on the precipice of rocks where the water was a blanket that you calaba, and never wanted to leave, and the delayed, I almost know acojonaba beginning to put a period and what followed? the best year and a half of my life.

My trip to Africa never had an end. Had at least not in advance. When I decided in December 2009 I would move to South Africa jokingly told all my friends who I was going to do two things: "To see Casillas lifting the World Cup and have a beer in front of the Victoria Falls". The first part finished a 10 July 2010 in the Soccer City stadium itself ". Great, I'll never forget. The second I was able to fulfill it in August last year when I went through the "smoke that thunders", name of the falls in local language, without thinking that falls within the enclosure water but no trace of fermented barley. QAN I promise sloping, as if time debts deferred until it is just time.

The twist of fate led to begin a journey through Zimbabwe, two months earlier was not provided, I returned in front of the waterfall the Zambezi. Fate seemed to come to meet and make a little joke infinitive. We stayed at the famous "Victoria Falls Hotel", one of those places full of such charm as Livingstone and Stanley boxes hanging from the walls. It has the vintage point of colonial Africa is maintained so that visitors feel nineteenth century explorers entrepreneurs and owners of the XXI. The smoke from the big jump is from the wonderful garden terrace and the rooms have a star less than shown on the front, probably by the passage of the dark years of Zimbabwe in which even here came the tourism. In any case, the place has a unique historical point unquestionable.

Do not carry camera was discovered that place again, understand and feel differently

I went to the park without my team photo, last year it was already too, and with the desire to feel one of the most brutal natural areas for which I have spent. I took my small camera and the only company with my friend Fernando and four beers in a backpack loaded to meet the second chances. For me, I also dedicate this photo, I will say that cameras have become a way of ignoring places. Is as focused on the light, the focus, the frame ... you forget to listen to the sound of water hitting in hell. Do not carry camera was discovered that place again, understand and feel differently. I walk him with a passion and love no other reason than the times themselves.

Then I said to Fernando that made me a photo. I took one beer, I opened it and somehow ended, then unknowingly, yes intuyéndolo, cycle. I thought at some point: "Terminating this stage?”. And he looked, side again looked hop Zambia, where I lived last year unrepeatable moments. And laughed and waited for Fernando Bernardo, I called to join the group, and I put back on the precipice of rocks where the water was a blanket that you calaba, and never wanted to leave, and the delayed, I almost know acojonaba beginning to put a period and what followed? the best year and a half of my life. This was my second pass through the "smoke that thunders". Thus began the end

This trip is part of the route of the agency Katanga Zimbabwe: Walking great Zimbabwe

Route Kananga:http://www.pasaporte3.com/africa/viajes/zimbabue-mozambique/zimbabue-mozambique.php