We visited Victoria Falls in December 1997 for our 25th anniversary.  Unfortunately, that was their dry season and there had been a drought. There was less water running down this famed waterfall during that visit than we have seen in Yosemite Park in California numerous times.  It was a rather large letdown.

This time, we flew into Victoria Falls (name of both the waterfall and town) and had one free afternoon, before joining our expected group in Botswana.  The 10-minute short path from the hotel to the Falls was closed because of encroachments of elephants and cape buffalo.  The hotel and we both agreed that it was safer to let them have the trail, so we took a short taxi to the waterfalls instead.

The Falls this time lived up to their reputation. Lots of water plummeting down a major cliff face.  As we had heard before, it is really hard to get a photograph of the impressiveness of this waterfall from the ground, since mist rises up so thick as to make visibility only a few yards.

Also, the mist around the falls is really closer to a moderate rain shower.  Vendors across the street from the park rent rain gear for $3, and you would be foolish to walk the path without wearing such gear.  Above, you can see Evelyn as she approaches the falls in her yellow rain slicker.

As it happens, Wild About Africa put us up in the same hotel we stayed at 20 years ago for our 25th anniversary.  The elegant old hotel has all the charms you expect from turn-of-the-20th-century luxurious lodges, including its family of wart hogs.

As we left, this sign kinda said it all…

Here is a short 39 second video that attempts to give a feel for the power of the waterfall.