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is the local time warp, the venerable Victoria Falls Hotel, where the white-gloved
staff is mostly black and you can truly picture yourself in the Colonial
empire. Those large trees are mangoes, and favourite haunts of a nearby
baboon troop. When hotel staff chase the baboons off the terrace, they
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Keith,
Mike, Scott and I enjoyed an elegant lunch on the terrace of the Vic Falls
Hotel, where, thanks to a currency in worse shape even than the Canadian
dollar, prices are very reasonable. We overlooked the Zambezi River gorge
and the bridge.
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After
you pay your admission to the Falls (and pay you must, since there is no
other way to see them), you are on your own to walk the paths along the
Falls. Like most places in Zimbabwe, the Falls are far from overdeveloped.
In fact, often all that separates you from the abyss is... nothing.
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