A Wheelie in Victoria Falls

A morning trip to Victoria Falls with yet another wonderful guide.  The people we have had with us in Zimbabwe make me love this place.  We got to the Falls a bit early to beat the crowds and were at the beginning of the trail listening to an interesting explanation of the environs.  A feeling swept over me that was much akin to those I'd experienced in the Amazon and in India and it was no bueno.  I sat on a little brick wall, hoping to collect myself but it was not to be.  With reluctance, I announced that I was probably not going to be fit for the nearly three hour walk around the Falls.  Bless the guide who immediately called his office to summon a wheelchair.  During our wait, we saw many groups set out for the Falls, my heart sinking a bit with each influx.  Then, a very slight man appeared with a wooden chair on wheels that would not have worked for a larger person.  I gratefully had a seat, settled my purse in my lap, and kept my arms closely by my sides.  The dear man pushed me up hill and down, me regretting all of the nonstop eating I've done over the last 10 days.  When the going got rough Ron had to help out.  The wheeling from spot to spot allowed me to get up for all the spectacular shots of the Falls and I was so grateful it worked out.