I’ll be feeding the vultures now. They’re circling overhead. Follow Zulu. Meat is thrown about. He retires to a safe distance. As do I. Suddenly they all descend. It’s a scrum. Dust cloud forms. Fights beak out between Marabou storks and vultures and between vultures. Various tugs of war. Vultures gang up on a solitary stork. Get what they want. An amazing spectacle.
From one flying machine to another. Helicopter tour over the falls. 25mins of another amazing spectacle. Will let the photos do the talking (or writing as the case may be).
6 seater helicopter. We all have to be weighed. Women worry. Know my score. Weight in kilos written confidentially on a scrap of paper to be handed to loadmaster. Woman frets. It says 99. It’s upside down.
Tight fit inside. Knees rub together. It’s hot inside. Bit choppy in the chopper. I feel a bit sick. Says one woman. Sitting opposite me. Don’t do sick. That’s the last thing I need at 5,000ft.
