When I leave Zimbabwe tomorrow, I’ll be leaving a piece of my soul here. I had been warned of unnecessarily aggressive police stops and roadblocks, and of a poor and desperate people, but instead I found the roads wide open (pot-holed, yes, but without a single stop or bribe or verbal exchange #touchwood) and arms even wider open. The people, the vistas, the place is overflowing with a beauty and spirit.
Yes, there was quite a bit of solitude; not just me traveling on my own, but often I was the only person to visit that site that day. There is a lot of atmosphere to having a park, ruin or museum place all to myself too, so it was a bit of a plus.
There were so many photos to pick from that it was hard to whittle things down to these 50. But here they are.