The "Boiling Pot" is aptly named. This is the first point of exit for water from the falls, and since there is so much volume the water really appears to boil as it crashes against the rocks The tides and currents were reminiscent of rafting the day before. I stayed there for 15 minutes or so, watching the water patterns. It was loud, yet tranquil - very much like watching the ocean waves crash against rocks on a beach. I ended my visit to the falls by walking back up to the lip of the falls, and enjoying being bathed by the magical mist of the falls one more time.
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| The Boiling Pot |
We left two hours ahead of our plane flight, and since it was a small airport only 20 minutes away, what could possibly go wrong? Well this is Africa after all, and the scene inside this tiny airport was the most inefficient cluster-you-know-what I have ever witnessed. We had to wait in four long lines - one for scanning bags, one to check in, one for passport control, and one for airport security. I use the word "line" loosely because there were so many people crammed into a small space that forming an orderly line was impossible. And many of the stations had just one person manning them. When we finally got our boarding passes, we were told we couldn't get our seats since the kids were seated in exit rows, and the computer was unable to print our boarding passes until we changed seats, but they could not change seats - or something like that. Finally, we received boarding passes - somehow. Also - Amy from our group left her backpack at the hotel, and it was being brought separately by taxi. Somehow the bag made it, and we all eventually boarded our flight. Whew!
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| Livingstone Airport Chaos |
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