Such Great Heights   

Our final activity was a microlight flight, taking us on an aerial tour of Zambia and Zimbabwe, focusing on Victoria Falls. A microlight is like a motorcycle with parachute wings. The contraption needs a lot of speed to take off, and then it just sails with a tiny motor. It was just me, the pilot, and the sky. I could really “Feel the Freedom,” as the company’s motto states.
The 15-minute ride was a perfect end to our trip. The pilot pointed out our hotel, Livingstone Island, the rapids, the lion encounter, Botswana, and the zigzags of the Zambezi. We also got a bird’s eye view of hippos and elephants and crocodiles.

After that short flight, we had 2 long ones. In planes. We flew from Livingstone to Joburg to Cape Town, and then rented a car for the next week. Tanya and I will be cruising along the Garden Route, stopping to smell the roses (vineyards, ostrich farms, shark diving) along the way.

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5 Responses to “Such Great Heights”

1. Mom :
   

   You are taking years off my life. Its a good thing I only know about these adventures AFTER they have occurred.

   November 17th, 2005 at 1:25 pm
2. teddy :
   

   ps i hope you still watch the dvd where i take my clothes off and dance

   November 17th, 2005 at 4:10 pm
3. katie burrrtooon :
   

   do you remember this one time.. you came over to my house, and you poured a bowl of cherrios, and you tried to open one of the kitchen drawers and it wasnt really a drawer it was a decroative thing? and you broke it? ooo thats my fondest memory. looks like your having some wild wild times babe. dont get exotic infections and stuff like that ok? LUV YOU BOY!

   November 17th, 2005 at 5:19 pm
4. Dad :
   

   So how fast did you count to 18 on the river? That is hairy stuff, man. I was thrown out of a canoe on the Brule River in Wisconsin, but the only time I came close to drowning was training for that trip on a placid lake within 20 yards of shore. We were practicing ditch drills, the canoe rolled, my leg got caught in the thwart and I couldn’t seem to get free. I think my time underwater must’ve felt like those 18 seconds. But here we both are.

   Don’t do it again.

   Love, YGOP

   November 17th, 2005 at 8:07 pm
5. charlie :
   

   katie - of course i remember that! and didn’t i spill the cheerios everywhere? good times.

   ted - not only do i still watch you dancing half-naked now and then (that came out wrong), but i show the dvd to all my traveling companions as well. tanya can’t get enough of it, it’s kinda weird actually.

   dad - i’m sure i counted super fast and that it seemed a lot longer than it actually was. it was still freaky, but that happens a lot with rafting. hakuna matata.

   November 17th, 2005 at 11:46 pm

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