Almost perfectly in synch, my parents and I thought they should come here on a visit, and although it came at rather short notice, we went ahead with the plan. Roughly four weeks later they were here, for ten days over Easter. Their first time in Africa. Their first meeting with Chimwemwe. I had planned to show them around and take them on a trip to Zambia to see the Victoria Falls and stay in a bush camp, to see wildlife on a game drive in Chobe National Park in Botswana, and to see Jo’burg and Soweto. And so we did! And they loved every bit of it! I let pictures speak 😉
Welcome to Jo’burg!
At Maramba River Lodge outside Livingstone, Zambia
Mosi oa Tunya a.k.a. Victoria Falls
Visiting the Falls at the end of the rainy season, you get a sense of why the local Tonga people call them Mosi oa Tunya ‘the smoke that thunders’. And did they live up to that name! We were soaked through by the mist filling the air as we walked along the accessible part on the Zambian side of the 1.7 km long Falls. See below! Mom also survived the attack by a baboon keen on her biscuit.
Maramba market and downtown Livingstone
People were amused to hear me ask for chibuku, the traditional sorghum or maize beer. I needed to treat my dad to it – and it was quite a new experience for him. Chibuku, in some local Bantu languages, would mean ‘book-language’ (chi-, or in other Bantu languages ki-, si-, isi-, indicates a language, and buku is a Bantu-ized form of book). The name was applied to the more industrial version of the home-made beer. A German, Max Heinrich, collected local recipes in a book (hence the name) and started brewing it commercially in Zambia’s Copperbelt in the 1950s. Read more here.
Chobe National Park, Botswana
Starting out with a boat trip on the Chobe river between Botswana and Namibia …
… and on with the game drive
Back to Jo’burg
We paid a visit to the Hector Pieterson memorial and museum and to Mandela House, and after lunch in Vilakazi Street walked down to the late Winnie Mandela’s house where a lot of people had gathered to sing and pay their tribute.
Braai with friends and Chimz’ auntie and uncle
When in South Africa, you must have a braai. And so we did – a lovely evening because of the lovely people around me.