Days 44-47: Livingstone, Zambia

A visit to Victoria Falls is like standing in a 360 degree, 3-dimensional shower. From a distance, a gentle mist rises lazily from the falls, hence the local name of the falls being the smoke that thunders. Up close, these fluffy clouds are in facts floating torrents, pockets of roaming rains ready to dump a couple of litres on you at any moment. First a warm dousing, then a freezing one.

Some enterprising locals are renting raincoats, but it's the equivalent of a cartoon character protecting himself from a falling anvil with an umbrella. A small poncho is no protection. Within moments you're soaked.

With so much spray, it's difficult to see much. But for a moment, the clouds lift and you see the falls in all their glory. Over 1700 metres wide, 100 metres high. More than half a million cubic litres of water every minute.

Power.

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So impressed am I with the natural power and majesty of Livingstone, that I decide to throw myself off a gorge. Watch it here.