The market in downtown Livingstone is filled with woodcarvings of hippos, giraffe, warthogs, elephants, etc.  They are lovely…but many are huge…and heavy, or fragile!  How do people ever get them home?  Some of the others had gone to the market with their T-shirts, shoes and things to trade for some of the carvings and other sculptures, jewelry and baskets.  It’s amazing what they came back with.  Since we’re just beginning our travels, and have such limited space, we were pretty disciplined about purchases.

Most of the music we’ve been hearing has been 80’s classics or a kind of reggae or somethings that sounds sort of Latin, like a runba.  There was a man playing a wooden xylophone at the falls, and it definitely had that vibe.

Our attitudes and mood improved greatly after a trip to the Livingstone airport.  It took one seventh the price we’d paid to get to Grubby’s from there, which was both extrememly annoying and made us feel like we were averaging the transport cost out somehow. The bag was found immediately, and we returned right away to celebrate and make the most of the day.  In the evening we went to a restaurant called Rhapsody on the edge of town and had a great meal.  The veg curry was delightful, and everyone had a good chat while winding down the brief time we’d spent together.  Clint and April were heading back to London, and Rich and Bern back to New Zealand.  We were already sure we’d have had an amazing trip with them, and we felt the same about Claire and Bryce and Esther…who were at dinner as well and would be continuing on to Cape Town.  Group dynamics can be an interesting challenge, but at this point our hopes were high with the folks we’d started to get to know so far.