As I was almost killed in Zimbabwe
• As I was almost killed in Zimbabwe
It was decided to fly over the famous Victoria Falls in Zimbabwe. This cute country distinguished achievements in the economy. After independence in 1980, Zimbabwe belonged to one of the most economically developed countries in the African continent.
Having received the long-awaited freedom the government has decided to start a "fight against racism". It resulted in the compulsory, accompanied by pogroms, the removal of land from the whites and the transfer of these lands in black. White farmers expelled or killed all the power and the ground moved the indigenous population. And it turned out that the indigenous people are not very willing to work. As a result, everything that could break up, Zimbabweans destroyed.
Now the unemployment rate exceeds 94%, constant shortage of essential commodities in the country does not have anything at all. In Zimbabwe, even managed to destroy the national currency, since recently there is no money, all dollars are paid. The main achievement of the past 30 years - Zimbabwe can boast the lowest level of GDP per capita among all countries and territories of the world.
But this is not the main thing, the main thing that I almost died here. Next tearjerker like I was attacked by a wild animal!
But let's start from the beginning. If you want to see Victoria Falls from the plane, sit on the left side.
"Combating racism" begins at the airport. As soon as we get off the plane, as the woman came, and, barely suppressing a pleased smile, said the tourists: "Ha ha ha your luggage has not arrived!" The border guards have started quite a giggle. It turned out that simply forgot to load the luggage on the plane! The first time this happens. Further more. Border guards on racks in no hurry to start working. Lined up, and they itched, laughing, they pestered flight attendants. We did everything except work. The indignant remarks simply brushed aside. After 10 minutes, they decided to start accepting foreign nationals. In addition to the questionnaire required to pay for the visa $ 40. Dollars I do not, only the euro.
- Let's not surrender! - the border guard said,
- But I do not have without putting ...
- Your problem, we've got a border, rather than exchange office
- Where can I change?
- What is there to do?
- Your problems. There is no surrender, not going anywhere.
It is worth noting that all airport personnel, including border guards themselves were extremely happy that the tourist was a nuisance. As a result, it managed to reach an agreement that will give a little money, my driver, who was waiting outside. On the passage of the formal procedure left an hour.
In general, an hour in Zimbabwe tourist turns into a racist.
I arrived at the hotel, which, as expected, turned out to be a terrible mess. I decided to explore the area.
I looked at the locomotives.
mingle with the locals. However, dialogue has been reduced to banal extortion of money from me. Chutzpah locals can envy even Roma.
The local train.
The man in white socks.
Then went to look at the Zimbabwean wild forest.
I go ... on the path of an elephant poop. At first I did not attach much importance.
I met a local man who took my cigarettes (money no longer exists).
go for a walk, listen to music ...
I admire the scenery ...
And there is much to admire!
Around the beauty ...
There were no signs of trouble ...
And then I look up and see before ELEPHANT! Because of the music on headphones, I did not notice an elephant. Elephant, apparently, too, did not expect such a meeting. At first, I was pleased, not every day can be found wild elephant. And then I remembered all the stories, like wild elephants kill people. Elephant cute it only in pictures. In fact, elephants are bad and evil. On occasion an elephant necessarily zatopchet you. And here I was terrified. Let me remind you that the horror I rarely covers, but then embraced. I for some reason started to look for a stone or a stick. Then he began to think of ways of retreat. Elephant roared and came at me. His head had two plans. One - get on all fours and start barking. Second - panic, screaming and running away! The idea with the dog seemed to me then good, because there was nowhere to escape. Around steppe, and run particularly nowhere. All this happened very quickly ...
While I panicked and thought about a cunning plan of salvation from an evil elephant, the elephant is gone. Gone together with his flock. But he could trample me. In general, my advice to you, do not listen to the forests of the Zimbabwean music, and listen to the elephants.
Here is a forest here. Though the forest to call it probably is not true. Then, from the hotel employees I have learned that elephants really dangerous here, and I was lucky.
On the ground, by the way, then run some brazen monkeys. They hiss and not afraid of people.
On the tree.