The drive from Chizarira to Kariba took longer than I thought it would. I wasn’t in any hurry – when I saw a photo opportunity, I stopped; took my time. I’d tried to book with National Parks at Marongoro, but had received no reply by the time I left Chizarira.
Once again, a fellow Bulawegian came to my ‘rescue.’
A guy, whom I had only ‘spoken’ to on Facebook owns a house in Charara. I was welcome to stay there for as long as I needed, he said. Another “pull in” type of invite, so typical of Zimbabweans.
Right on the banks of Lake Kariba, his house is air-conditoned with a wonderful caretaker called Shamu to help paying guests.
I had breakfast up there, under the thatch.
Watching the sun rise over Lake Kariba.
It’s very comfortable inside and the sunset – whew! There is a flood-plain a few hundred metres from the house, where I was able to sit and watch the sun go down. The whole sky lit up, as if on fire as the HUGE ball of red slowly sank below the horizon.