River of broken dreams

I have long wanted to sail the Zambezi river, checking out the hippos, crocs, waterbirds, and other animals along its banks. Robin has always been hesitant. Mind you, she’s a true gamer. We have vacationed in Cambodia, Rwanda, Uganda, Guatemala, & Madagascar, among other places. I had her talked into going to the Congo (Brazzavile) this summer, until she read that Ebola was prevalent in the areas we were targeting.

At this point in our lives, I thought the Zambezi would be in the proverbial bag. Then the #$%$#@ Guardian ran this story about a wildlife guide who got swallowed by a hippo.

Repeatedly.

Here’s a great quote (the guy lived to tell the tale, but that is not impressing Robin too much):

“Blood rose from my body in clouds, and a sense of resignation overwhelmed me. I’ve no idea how long we stayed under – time passes very slowly when you’re in a hippo’s mouth.”

Maybe we will go to Venice or something instead.