We split up for the day. Scott and I went jet-boating. Karl, Jeff and Donna went to the train museum and the Livingstone musem.
It didn't seem like a good idea to bring the camera along on a jet boat ride. I wish I had taken it along for some pictures along the way. On the 40-minute ride to the gorge we passed through several villages. The kids all waved as we drove by. Some of the homes have stick fencng around them to keep the elephants out. The land is very dry and sandy here, and there is almost no agriculture. Most of the villagers make crafts that are sold in the local markets. The villagers also benefit from leasing their land to the jet-boat operation. They get a percentage of every ticket sold, and that money goes back to the villagers for schools and school supplies.
When we arrived at the gorge it reminded us a lot of the Devil's Post Piles in Arizona (vertical columns of cracked basalt). You get to the bottom of the gorge in a gondola. The view from here is breathtaking.
At the bottom we all get life preservers and jockey for the best position on the boat (like any of us know). The ride is fast and fun. We plow through, over and around the rapids. We do 360° spins. Our captain takes a vote on how wet we want to get and then submerges the craft below a large crest in the rapids. Very glad I left the camera at home!
We see some baboons on the shore, some unidentified birds of prey and a group of local boys swimming. |