February 17. Victoria Falls.

Robert finally goes away, but not after we have refuelled and refilled his pockets. He turns out to be just another rich guy, bragging about his cattle and the bmw he owns in Durban, but not feeling financially responsible for the fuel guzzler he drives and has us filled up. I crunch my teeth and bail us out. Goodbye greedy rich man, the world has too many of you.

Now we can visit the Victoria Falls and it's worth it. We both have an appetite for this amazing view, and enjoy the walk through the dense water vapor swooshing up from the world's largest aquatic tumble.

We meet Brian and Marlene, a cool Dutch-Zimbabwean couple that just settled down near the Falls and is looking to start a guesthouse here. There is the nice coincidence that Marlene's copy of Manon van Ossevoort's book "On a tractor to the South Pole" (English publishers: this should be out there soon!), that I held it in my hands in Harare couchsurfing with Bruno and Thomas. The world is small.

At night, we have a nice dinner with Yeon's friends. There is crocodile tail on the menu and I taste a piece. The elephant meat is - thank god - not available. They cook decent dishes, but what makes the evening is not the restaurant but the company. We laugh a lot and I enjoy to see something else than greed in people's behavior.

We watch "into the wild" in our dorm room.

February 16. But the Charity budget...

Robert seems nice, and we get along well until the second flat tyre. We meet him strodding in the morning sun on our way to the main road, and he offers us a lift. Later the lift turns into a fuel-guzzling 8 hour-drive to Victoria falls, and we have to pay for the fuel. And we have to pay for the tyres. And we have to pay for the fuel for him on the way back. And we have to pay for his hotel room, without a thank you. Speaking of righteousness. Ah, it is just sad to see the ugly greed on yet another face supposed generous.
As we wait at the car after the second tyre pinched and Robert rushes to get a spare, I walk around and witness the slaughtering of a cow. Impressive. They have tied the legs to a tree in order to cut through the skin easily. The grass stained bloodred, people smiling, me peeling mais and staring at the victim.
"Are you selling the meat?"
-"No, we will have a barbecue."
"With your family? That is so much meat."
-"Big family..."

We arrive at Victoria Falls late at night and a kind man knows accomodation. We are put in some overpriced hotel rooms without anybody informing us about the price. We are being milked and it sucks. A bad temper, the second time we intend to do a little tourist interlude. It makes me feel sad that I have to 'steal' so much money from the charity budget.