I had an attitude that Victoria Falls—Mosi-oa-Tunya—would just be a big tourist trap. Well, parts of it are—the curio shops, bungee jumping and street folks selling junk—but the Falls themselves are astonishing.
From a distance one only sees a huge area of “smoke” pluming up from the horizon. It is the mist of vapor being pounded up into the air from this 100-meter high magnificence. Up closer the same “smoke” rained down, sometimes with gale force, leaving me laughing with delight and soaking wet.
At the same time the “thunder” of the cascade—nearly a mile wide but seemingly just an arm’s length away—was deafening.
One remarkable thing about the place is that it is so all-of-a-suddenly there, this huge Falls right there in front of you. For those keeping track, it is twice as high and twice as wide as Niagara Falls.
We spent part of two days just soaking up (pun intended) the many different views and marveling at shear, raw, timeless power of it all. “Smoke that thunders” describes it better than the name it now has, Victoria Falls, but either way I was glad to have visited the Falls.