David Livingstone, the African explorer described his first encounter with Victoria Falls as ‘A Scene Gazed Upon by Angels in Their Flight.’ Indeed it is so beautiful.
Flying into Zimbabwe, one sees from a distance a white mist cloaking the horizon. For those unfamiliar with the scene, one could easily mistake it for billowing smoke – so pronounced is its form. Yet as the ground draws closer and the horizon becomes all the more familiar, the white mist is seen more clearly as an evaporating spray rising like an upward reflection of the plummeting falls below.
It is a surreal experience standing but a distance from the great floodgates of Victoria Falls. The assailing mass of water that cascades over the Zambezi ridge ignites a deep thunder that echoes through the still rainforest like resounding drums, and the gathering mists which hover above the swirling waters adorn every leaf and stone in sight with sparkling droplets of water. I will always remember standing before the plunging waters in awe-evoked wonder, unable to speak, unable to shift my gaze, trying to comprehend the magnificence of the sight before me.
I crossed the border into Zambia by way of a local bicycle peddler and some arm-twisting negotiations with the border patrol and was opportuned with the experience of seeing the falls from the great dividing bridge that separates the two countries. Climbing down to the undercarriage of the bridge system, I sat in reflective silence. A translucent rainbow suspended itself from the skies and was shadowed only by the cascading backdrop of the falls… an unforgettable moment.
One can not help but feel decidedly small when surrounded by the thundering glory of Victoria Falls and be somehow enchanted by the impression that we are modern-day visitors stepping into a world that knows no age nor time. A great wonder of the world that has been there since the dawn of man and is oft gazed upon by angels in their flight.