I visited Vic Falls in 2001, but hadn't been back since, not even on my return visit in 2005.
So this morning, I got up, enjoyed my hot shower and breakfast, then went up to look at the falls.
Baboons roamed nearby. Monkeys. Falls. And me without a barrel.
The falls were at their highest level in years—the whitewater rafting isn't even running now. And a Zambian fellow named Eddie who hangs around the viewing point with his camera and laptop took my photo for me with my own camera, just because he's a nice guy.
As I left the area to catch a shared-taxi back to town, I ran into the Swedish nursing students.
"We went up in the helicopter over the falls! It's amazing! You should go."
That settled it, then. I should go.