Okay, I’m fecked off with Victoria Falls now. I’ve been here a month, and rather than being back in the comfort of my Scud and Nanny corner, shooting the shit, I’m here another two weeks.
Why? Cos the whole place is on a go-slow. An appointment seems to be a vague generalisation, taxis cost an arm and a leg, the Spar opens after eight and closes at five (seriously?) and the fecking 7-eleven is really an 8-seven!
Despite all the bullshit, it’s still my kind of town – laid-back and easy on the blood pressure. It’s like the goddamned twilight zone out here.
Why, oh why, didn’t I take the blue pill?