When Vicky came back from her bike ride, we rushed down to the Falls for sunset pix, but the light had already faded. We had dinner at Naran’s Restaurant.

 We me Ross on the way to the Victoria Falls Hotel, where we watched a performance of traditional dance. It was okay, but not as good as what I saw in Livingstone, Zambia on my last visit in ’86. We hung out on the patio afterwards, listening to a marimba band, and just talking.