It’s a beautiful country wriggling through dilapidation bearing a beautiful grin, holding a Newbury cigarette in one hand and a gin and tonic in the other.
It began terribly.
The road ahead was streaked with the lights of north-bound cars and the forward hurtling sensation felt surreal. The bus was swift and certain of its path and the passengers seemed to agree as merriment consumed the cavernous space. The excitement of the journey homeward is contagious and I was certain I was the only tourist aboard.
Onward into Zimbabwe, Harare heralding us as the landscape swept by.
I was lucky enough to ride one of the elephants at Imire - a beautiful wildlife conservancy - and I couldn't walk for a good day. Think about horse riding, now times the breadth of a horse's back by ten. That's how wide your legs need to sit to cling onto this enormous creature. Beautiful views and an incredible experience, but I won't do it again in a hurry.