In 2011 the cycles of the moon combined with political upheavals in the early 90’s made for a series of public holidays that was just beautiful. With this in mind it was decided to go big.
The decision fell on the Victoria falls; nice and far away, featuring border crossings, wildlife and the prospect of a beer on a sunset river cruise.
The Spies had stopped-over at the falls during a motorbike trip to Zanzibar a few years earlier, so they were a good source of information. The two of them wanted to travel by motorcycle again so we drove the backup vehicle, filled to the brim with people and wine.