I arrived back in Joburg last night after being really really out of it for a week. What a great feeling! I'll catch up on my blog posts to fill in the gap at some point, but I do have to share one experience before it gets cold . . .
Yesterday morning I had one of the best experiences of my life -- flying over Victoria Falls in a microlight plane. Essentially just a giant wing with a propeller on the back and a couple of seats hanging below, riding in it is the closest I've ever come to the feeling of real flight. the experience was so beautiful that I felt a literal upwelling of emotion as we left the ground and soared over the Zambezi, with the morning mist rising off of it, hippos lounging in the water, and then the FALLS. Livingstone's remark that "scenes so lovely must have been gazed upon by angels in their flight" no longer seems at all hyperbolic to me. We flew above rainbows in the mist. And through the cloud that rises from the falls; smelling the moist earth that also rises from the thundering water. It was truly magical.
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