Monday, 13 January 2014

Thoughts on Zimbabwe

It is a beautiful country, with some wonderful scenery, amazing history and very nice people. It felt safer and more secure than South Africa, not just in the sense of personal safety, but in regards of the political situation, which is not necessarily a good thing. It was quite similar in Swaziland three years ago, but we didn't spend so long there, or meet so many people. The atmosphere has been more as I remember it when I was in Tanzania, predominantly black people just getting on with their lives.
We were surprised by the infrastructure, from the media reporting in the U.K. we expected to find a country where nothing worked, people surviving barely above subsistence level. In fact, all the main roads are tarred and in good condition, and larger dirt roads are well maintained. There is reasonable cellphone coverage and we were able to get a WiFi broadband connection in three of the campsites we stopped at. Clean drinking water was available everywhere, and flush toilets and hot showers. If there is a problem it is with the electricity supply, there are frequent outages. It often went off in the middle of the day and we were told it was load shedding, if industry needed more power then the domestic supply was shutoff. It also went down quite frequently at other odd times. All the campsites we stayed at had their own generators and one guest house has just installed solar panels and backup batteries, which could be the way that things will develop.
There is, of course, rural poverty, but that exists the whole world over. The only large conurbation we went to was Bulawayo and we weren't there long enough to identify urban poverty. It did seem to exist at Victoria Falls, where so many street vendors attempted to sell curios to the tourists. It is always difficult to draw comparisons between urban and rural poverty. Which is preferable, living in an isolated community, without access to electricity, walking long distances to collect water or fire-wood, getting sufficient food from a small piece of cultivatable land and a few animals, or squatting in a town or city, probably relying on passing tourists who will buy a few curios at marked up prices.
The land reclamation issue is a very difficult one. The Ndebele people were cheated out of their land by Rhodes and his group of business men who, in the Rudd Concession of 1888, persuaded  King Lobulenula to give them exclusive mining rights to the territory. The small print actually gave them land rights as well. It is reported that for sole access to the land he was paid 1,000 Martini-Henry rifles with ammunition, a steam powered gunboat on the Zambesi and £100 a month. Rhodes then started moving white settlers in, the first were Afrikaaner Boers and they were followed by Europeans. By 1894 Lobulenga was dead, the Ndebele as a nation had been defeated and subdued, they were removed from prime farmland which was then handed over to the settlers.
So we fast forward 100 years to 1980, a turbulent time, for most of which the country was known as Southern Rhodesia, to the election of Robert Mugabe, leader of the previously banned ZANU-PF party, and himself imprisoned under white rule and domination. After an initial honeymoon period when Mugabe was hailed by Western governments as one of a new breed of African leaders, in 1983, fearing a challenge from Nkomo, his political rival, Mugabe began a programme of ethnic cleansing against the Ndebele people, Mugabe and his supporters are mainly Shona. His murderous Fifth Brigade, a group of North Korean trained guerilla fighters, killed up to 20,000 people in a campaign of murder, rape and torture. Western governments, including Great Britain were aware of this but chose not to intervene.
When Mugabe first muted that he was unhappy with land ownership, that a small minority of the descendants of the white settlers owned the majority of the cultivated or farmed land, Great Britain supported the idea of land 'reform', that if a white Zimbabwean farmer chose to sell his land then a black Zimbabwean would receive support to enable him to buy it. £44M of aid money was given by the British government (read tax payer) to assist this programme, but incredibly, considering the size of this sum, there seems to have been little monitoring or evaluation. When it became apparent that most of the money had 'disappeared' in corruption, white farmers were 'persuaded' to sell, and the farms went to Cabinet Ministers and members of Mugabe's circle of friends, and not returning the land to displaced Ndebele people as was intended, Great Britain refused to give any more support and relationships between the two countries deteriorated rapidly. The people taking over the farms had no experience of running such large businesses and during the 1990s the economy of the country crashed completely as the previously profit making concerns, producing enough food to feed their own people and export, were replaced by people struggling to get enough food from the land to feed themselves, with no farming, knowledge, tools, seeds or fertilisers.
Mugabe also had to deal with continued political unrest as black and white Zimbabweans alike saw their previously productive country, often called 'the bread basket of Africa', grind into poverty. Inflation was so out of control that the Zimbabwean currency was replaced by the U.S. dollar. In order to win votes and stay in power he allowed militia groups, such as the so-called 'war veterans' many of whom weren't even born at the time of the war, to run riot, to forcibly take the land from remaining white farmers and kill any who resisted. Homesteads were burnt and animals slaughtered. Elections were held, but the militia groups, in return for the privileges they had been given, beat and intimidated the mainly rural Ndebele people who might have chosen not to keep Mugabe in power.
So where are we now? Following his (corrupt) re-election this year Mugabe is continuing to strip the country of it's resources. Zimbabwe is rich in mineral deposits. We were told that concessions have been given to Chinese companies for mining rights. This could seem like a good idea, but we were also told that the benefits to the Zimbabwean people are negative. No-one seems to know how much the Chinese have paid, what the terms and conditions are, or where the money has gone. We also heard that there is no benefit to local people in terms of employment as gangs of prisoners from Chinese jails are imported to service the mines. Just at the end of our trip, the night before our return to S.A. we learnt that Anglo-American, who bought out De Beers mining company, also have mining rights. At this time we also discovered that an independent British consortium was in the process of undertaking an analysis and evaluation of the Anglo-American operation, presumably looking at health and safety issues, workers rights and conditions.
Another Mugabe initiative, since his re-election this year, is to introduce a law which requires all companies and businesses in the country to be 51% in black ownership. We spoke to several white Zimbabweans with businesses they had struggled to keep going in the difficult times, employing predominantly black Zimbabwean labour, they have to give 51% of their shares to a black Zimbabwean. It didn't seem to matter who that person is, they don't need to have anything to do with the company, or have any input into it,  the only criteria is that they are black, and will be able to take 51% of the profits.
We were very careful with whom we broached the subject of politics, but those to whom we spoke seemed ready to discuss the state of the country. The only black person we talked to was Ndebele. Unanimously they all said that the main problem is corruption. Only one person did not condemn Mugabe outright, and interestingly that was a recent European immigrant. The opinion there was that Mugabe is not such a bad man, but he is surrounded by a load of crooks. The others were all third, fourth or even later descendants. The opinion there was that he is a megalomaniac, crippling his own country and people to serve his own interests, a despotic dictator.
So what conclusions can we draw? Those same people who criticised Mugabe are not prepared to be hounded out of the country of their birth and their recent history. In most cases their children have left, mainly to the U.K., but also to Australia and Canada, in search of work, probably never to return. Some had themselves tried living in other countries, but couldn't settled and had decided to return and try and resume their lives in the country of their birth, against all odds and the hard work involved. Everyone, black and white, is determined to make it work, I have nothing but admiration for them. We were told that apart from land ownership there has never been a black/white problem in Zimbabwe, that in their different roles they had always got along together. Two white Zimbabweans we met seemed to be as fluent in the language of their employees, one Shona and one Ndebele, as they were in English, and the laughter and teasing which seemed to go on as they worked together did make us feel that their relationship was good. It was acknowledged that something had needed to happen concerning land ownership and black/white majority, but not in the way that that it has, for purely political reasons. It would seem that the blacks have suffered more than the whites, who would have been more affluent in the first place. Those who wanted to have left the country. Those who are determined to stay have the education and determination to make things change. The blacks, previously comfortably employed in a benevolent patriarchal system, do not have the ability to leave or the life skills required to make changes. Corruption, corruption, corruption. Starting with G.B.s £44M and continuing with the income from mining concessions and the insistence that if concessions are granted there is a requirement to invest in the country, so much could have been done to improve education and social and community support, which might make Zimbabwe once more a prosperous and productive country.
There is a substantial rumour that Mugabe has prostate cancer. His demise and death could lead to an election and a change of government. However I really fear that it will lead to various factions in his corrupt cabinet forming splinter groups, fighting each other for power and control. The greatest casualties will be the brave people of this brave country fighting for it's survival.

Before going to Zimbabwe we thought long and hard about the ethics of contributing to such a regime. I am glad that we went, that we travelled independently, enabling us to have a brief and albeit superficial snapshot of the country. The people there need all the help that can be given and tourism is a good option. Yes, we put money into the government coffers, entry visas, park fees, but we also made a contribution to individual peoples' livelihood, the accommodation we stayed in, the food we ate, the goods we bought. To avoid the country is to turn your back on these people, to dismiss their efforts and courage.

Sunday, 22 December 2013

O R Tambo Airport Jo'burg

End of the trip, on the way home. Yesterday we were very glad that we had decided to overnight in Pretoria, rather than go directly from Blyde River to the airport. On the N4 we had an hour hold-up with another accident caused by a truck. There was a terrible one on the road just outside Louis Trichard as we drove from Musina a few days ago. It looked as if two lorries had had a head on collision. Yesterday the accident seemed to have been caused by a lorry carrying truckloads of cement. The cab was completely crushed, nobody could have got out of it alive, and the cement was all over the road.
It was nice being back at the Guesthouse in Pretoria where we started the journey. We went to the Union Buildings today, and wandered around Central Pretoria. It is such a nice city with it's wide tree-lined streets. We saw the enormous statue of Nelson Mandela, and the Park, where they were still indications of the party which was held there last Tuesday at his funeral.
I wonder what will happen here now. It feels as if the death of Nelson Mandela will mark the end of an era. Everything we have heard from all South Africans while we have been here would suggest that the country is not in a good state at the moment. Corruption is affecting everyone's lives, from the highest echelons of government downwards. Maybe the country needs to move on to another stage. Maybe while Mandela was still alive the country was still luxuriating in the post-apartheid era, it needs to progress beyond that, to develop into  country of true equals. The white population, with 200 years of existence here, feel under threat. It would be such a shame if black dominance replaced Mandela's intention of an integrated society. I would like to think that this beautiful country will find it's way in my lifetime, but I have some doubts.

Friday, 20 December 2013

Blyde River Canyon

We woke this morning to even more fog or low cloud, I'm not sure which. Our chalet has a wonderful view from the big bedroom window. We are high up, looking out over the canyon, and this morning it was filled with fog. We decided to go to the end of the route planned for today, and work our way backwards, hoping that the sun would burn off the low cloud and we would get a glimpse of the canyon. So we continued as far as Pilgrims Rest, which turned out to be a sort of theme town for gold miners. It has been well preserved and there was a real atmosphere of an early 20C prospectors settlement, despite all the touts and curio stalls. Many of the buildings were dated at 1920 and retained a great deal of authenticity. Looking across the valley we could detect small heaps, overgrown now, but which could well have been mining spoil. We attempted to walk up to the Old Cemetery, but it was too far uphill and we were running out of time. It's a shame we didn't make it, we reminded of the old Cemetery we went to at Lyell in NZ, the graves of early prospectors and their families.
We went on, retracing our footsteps to Graskop, which is at the southern end of the canyon. This turned out to be quite a big place, lots of people, probably lots of tourists, judging by the number of Accommodation signs. It seemed like a busy commercial centre for the area. Continuing on the way northward we stopped of at all the recommended viewpoints for the Canyon. Unfortunately, even though there had been warm sunshine in Pilgrims Rest and Graskop, the fog hadn't lifted from the Canyon itself. It had in fact intensified, we took the loop road, close to the Canyon edge, so that we could go to the vantage points of 'God's Window' and 'World View', but it was thick, thick fog, and we could see absolutely nothing looking down into the Canyon. We only needed to go a couple of kilometres away from the Canyon and we were in bright sunshine. We discovered this when we went to The Lisbon Falls, small in comparison to Victoria Falls, but very picturesque. We went in to the Park Reserve and saw Bourke's Potholes, which were also impressive and it was warm and sunny there. Back at the Camp we went to the two viewpoints and discovered that from the top one we had a excellent view down into the Canyon.
This is a beautiful area, and I am so glad that we came. I don't know how often the Canyon is completely mist and fog free, we have possibly been lucky to have seen as much as we did. The mountains are truly impressive, the jutting rocks, as if the whole landscape has been turned on it's side.
Maybe this is the last entry I'll write in S.A. Tomorrow we return to Pretoria for the last night, to organise ourselves, get our packing sorted, before leaving for the flight on Sunday. Home for Xmas.

Thursday, 19 December 2013

Blyde River Canyon

We had a lovely meal at Madi a Thavha yesterday evening, although the service was a bit slow. That didn't really matter at all, it was all very casual. Another good night's sleep and woke up this morning to yet more rain and a temperature of 16C. I had an awful time trying to choose something to buy in order to support the women's project promoted by Madi a Thavha. I finally decided on a blocked collage, beautiful colours and beadwork. It was taken off the frame for me so that I can pack it for the return flight, then once home I'll have to decide how to mount it.
We drove through lots of rain between Louis Trichardt and Blyde River. As we approached the Drakensberg the scenery was stunning, great cliff faces overhanging the road, part forested, part bare  rock. Once here we decided yet again to upgrade to a chalet, so my feeling that we wouldn't get the tent up again was correct. The chalet is fine, bedroom, living area with kitchenette, bathroom, outside covered verandah and braai. It is cold. It was only just warm enough to sit outside to eat at 18.00. I'd think it was cold for an English mid-summer night. While John was lighting the braai I started preparing vegetables for the meal. I scrubbed our last Kumara and put it on the verandah wall to dry off before I wrapped it in foil. We only left it for a moment and then caught sight of a baboon making off with it. Ten minutes later I went into the bedroom and he was sitting on the window sill eating it.
It is so cold tonight we are inside at 19.30. I do hope it's warmer tomorrow, our last full day here before returning to Pretoria and home.

Wednesday, 18 December 2013

Soutpansberg - Limpopo

Tuesday 17 December
The change is hardly believable, yesterday at this time I was sitting in the shade, with temperatures over 40C, and sweating copiously. We have moved 100 kms south-east from Musina and from 600 metres to just under 1,000. The temperature here is 18C, there is heavy cloud, low mist and light drizzle. I am wearing a long-sleeved warm top and thinking seriously about putting long trousers and socks on.
Last night we stayed in a delightful guest house called Dei Gratia in Musina. Driving through the dirty. dusty roads of Messina  you can't imagine that just a short distance from the main centre, a typical 'African' town, you will discover somewhere like Dei Gratia. Set amongst beautifully landscaped gardens, waterfalls and a couple of amazingly large baobob trees, there are a selection of rooms, opulent, beautifully decorated, maybe a little bit over-the-top. We had dinner on a very good dinner on a verandah, with the gift of a bottle of wine from the excellent and hospitable owner. I struggled with the air-conditioning in the night as we couldn't get any windows opened. It rained quite hard and the temperature dropped. I was tempted to just open the door, but was worried about an influx of moths, mosquitoes and other flying visitors.
After a lovely cooked breakfast, what a treat, we moved southward to our next destination. We continued down the N1 towards Jo'burg. Once again it was distressing to see overturned trailers beside the road and possessions scattered in the dirt. These returning Zimbabweans may have already travelled from as far away as Cape Town and hadn't even made it to the border.Tonight we are staying in another gem of a place, although we are not camping. As we neared the town of Louis Trichardt, after a brief spell of sunny weather, the clouds lowered and we were in foggy drizzle. We did some shopping and moved on to Madi a Thavha, an Eco-Tourism, Fair Trade accredited collective where we had booked a campsite. The drizzle was steady. When we arrived we asked if they had other accommodation available. We have a delightful 'cottage' in their grounds. It is actually one large room with a verandah and shows what you can do with some clever planning. A one and a half metre wall partially divides the room and behind it is a bed with large square mosquito net, tucked into one back corner is a toilet and into the other one a shower. The front half is a kitchen, and sitting area with a good sized dining table. The owners are Dutch and it is beautifully equipped with everything you could need for self catering. Outside on the verandah is another table and chairs and a braai, on which John is cooking as I am writing this.
The owners are a couple of Dutch ex-development workers, when their project ended in 2,000 they decided to stay in Africa and bought up the property as a derelict farm to create their own development project. They used local people and Dutch volunteers to clean up the grounds and then started modernising the original farmhouse, conversion of old buildings and construction of new ones. They have only used materials available locally and recycled wherever possible. There is a community of local Venda people living on site, they work here and also have a training and development programme. They have workshops for local Venda people to produce goods using their traditional skills, particularly bead and fabric work and basket making which are then sold on. They have outreach programmes into neighbouring villages where women work from home and they carry out educational and training programmes. There is a small farm on site producing fruit and vegetables. They have all sorts of accreditations for Fair Trade and Eco-Tourism.
Unfortunately we are still fog and drizzle bound, the surrounding mountains which we understand are beautiful are barely visible. Despite the weather the place and the feel of it are so good, we are wonderfully cosy in our little room and outside on the verandah the foggy hills have their own attraction, we have decided to stay for 2 nights. We hope for better weather tomorrow, although the forecast is not good. We shall see. I am starting to wonder if the tent will go up again on this trip.

Wednesday 18 December
I had a fantastic night's sleep, one of the best for ages, certainly in any non-tent accommodation. The cottage is really cosy, lots of windows we could have open and the big square mosquito net, not that we needed it as yet again there were no mosquitoes. The Malarone really has been an unnecessary waste of time and money on this trip, I don't know if we have just been lucky with the weather conditions, or whether public health information for this area is outdated. None of the people living anywhere on our trip take anti-malarial prophylaxis, but just cover up and use repellant when required Our little electric gadget has been very successful for night time use, and of course, the tent bedroom is mosquito proof anyway.
When we woke up this morning there was blue sky around us and we had a real glimpse of how beautiful it must be here. Some low, wispy cloud flitted around the mountains, but the day looked promising. After breakfast we decided to take the track which had been pointed out to us, up from the farm to the waterfall where the water is sourced from and to a large baobob tree. As we climbed higher we lost the sun and it became quite misty, w assumed (hoped) we had just climbed up into low cloud. We followed the track up with some lovely views through the mist of the surrounding countryside and down to the farm and the camp. We got to the baobob tree and then on the way back attempted to follow a side track which we thought should lead to the waterfall. It was barely discernible, so maybe not walked very regularly. It was quite hard going and when I got wrapped up in an acacia thorn which tore into both of legs, it was time to turn back. I has assumed that as the tracks were marked as a walking route they would be easy going, so I was wearing shorts and sandals. I knew that after all the rain it would be quite wet and, as we have only four days before we fly home, I didn't really want to get either my boots or long trousers, which would be worn on the journey, wet if I was unsure about getting them dry. We did get wet, as the mist thickened and became a steady drizzle as we continued down, back to the cottage. We found an outside tap to wash our feet and the caked mud from our sandals, which are now hanging up under the verandah, hoping they dry a bit before tomorrow.
We are really sad about the weather here, there is so much we wanted to do. Maybe another time! Tomorrow we move on to Blyde River Canyon, another place where good weather and visibility is crucial.

Monday, 16 December 2013

Mussina - South Africa

It's hot! 40+C, and humid. After just over 2 weeks, much further into The Tropics, but at a height of around 1,500 metres we are back to earth with a bang, or more of a whimper. The Highveld in Zim was so comfortable, hot in the sun, but rarely over 30C in the shade, lower humidity and cool nights.
It is unbelievable to us that we came through the Beitbridge Border in 50 mins this morning. We had been told to expect long delays as the Xmas holidays started last weekend and people would be moving across the border in both directions. In fact, the traffic seemed to be one-way, from S.A. into Zim. As we left Bulawayo, on the Beitbridge road there was a continuous stream of S.A. plated vehicles coming towards us, most of them had large trailers stacked impossibly high, way above the car roof-line. There were lots of 'Chinese' bags, black dust-bin bags, packed with goodness knows what. We even saw one which had a wheel barrow and ladders atop of everything else.
We were held up at the first Toll station because one lane was blocked by a broken down lorry, absolutely next to the barrier, so nothing could pass. The other lane was being used alternately for cars from both directions, hence very slow progress. The obvious thing, to us, would have been to make use of a dirt road which looped very close to the main road and collected toll money from one direction of traffic there. It didn't seem that was an option.
The road from Beitbridge to Bulawayo is much nicer than the road from Beitbridge to Masvingo. I know that in a previous entry I have commented on the road side litter, the broken down and burnt out vehicles and the flat and featureless mopane scrub scenery on the Masvingo road. In contrast the road from Bulawayo had much less litter, far fewer derelict vehicles, was undulating and interesting, with some lovely Baobob trees. We weren't very far down the road before we came across the first casualty and there were many more to follow. Dangerously overloaded trailers had overturned beside the road, spilling their contents onto the gravel verge. The possessions of people who must have worked for long hours and small pay, saving their money in order to purchase vital requirements and gifts for Xmas, were scattered everywhere. There were  countless others where the vehicle had managed to pull off the road before the incident happened. Groups of people sat beside the road as others anxiously peered underneath both the trailer and the vehicle to try and identify the problem. Sometimes the vehicle had gone, leaving a few people guarding the trailer, presumably to try and get help. It was the most heart-breaking part of our trip. We must have gone through close to a dozen police road blocks between Bulawayo and Beitbridge, we wonder why these overloaded vehicles were allowed to continue, causing a potential hazard to other road users. On the other hand, who would make the decision to say that things saved for, so needed and so carefully packed had to be unloaded and left behind? I suppose there was a 50/50 chance that they might make it. I do so hope that most of the things reached their destination in time for Xmas.
I am trying to put together a few thoughts about our time in Zimbabwe, such a short time, but we spoke to many people, black and white, but are aware that often what you are told is what people think you want to hear. Any conclusions we draw will be very subjective, the situation is far too complicated to be summed up in a few paragraphs, but I'll try anyway.

Sunday, 15 December 2013

Saturday 14 December Matopos NP

Friday 13 December
I think Mlibizi is probably a beautiful place to be in the winter! We really enjoyed our stay there, but it was very warm and very humid for us in December. With temperatures hovering just below 40C and high humidity everything was a bit 'damp'. John found the conditions very similar to those he had experienced in Nigeria. As we were coming back from the trip on the Lake we saw two men filleting some large fish. We stopped to speak to them and a white guy appeared from one of the chalets and told us he had caught them that morning. He asked if we would like some fish and, of course, we said yes. He told the men to give us some, we had four beautiful fillets, they were from a very large Tilapia. We cooked them on the braai with some potatoes we were given my the Campsite Manager. I don't know what the local Tonga people eat. Obviously they fish, but it was not possible to buy and fruit or vegetables from the small shop, and there were no roadside vendors or any evidence of agriculture. The shop stocked large numbers of biscuits, sweets and sweet drinks and large bags of mealie for sadza, but corn meal and fish stew is not really a well balanced diet.
It finally rained on the Wednesday night, but nothing like the rain that everyone there is hoping for after a prolonged drought. There was a bit of thunder and lightening, but no storm, more a persistent and constant light rain. It meant that we woke up to a wet tent and we packed up in a light drizzle. We stuffed everything n the car and moved on. Soon after we started our journey back to the main road the rain became heavier and more persistent. We drove through areas of localised flooding, I just hope it was raining that hard in Mlibizi. We took more notice of our surrounding on the way back, as we knew where we where headed for and the road was familiar. It is beautiful countryside with valleys and canyons.
As we turned southwards on the A8 from the Dete Crossroads the rain became even heavier and we knew that once again we would not be able to put a tent up. Any hopes or intentions of returning to Tuskers for another one or even two nights were dashed, so with no other options for accommodation we continued towards Bulawayo. We stopped at a Lodge on the road in, just before Bulawayo. We had an 'executive' room, which was very comfortable, quite like a small flat, but was yet another example of a different attitude and concept of completion. I'm struggling with vocabulary here, how can I describe a well constructed building with a large and spacious bedroom, beautifully tiled floor, king size bed, leading into a nice bathroom. However on examination the bed appeared to be a four poster, with a frame around it and one curtain. Why? Overhead was a single size round mosquito net, (for a king-size bed). On low tables there were ornate bedside lamps, however there were no electric sockets to plug them into. In the kitchen the cupboard doors didn't shut, we wedged them with bits of cardboard. There was a kettle, but no plug on it. The only light switch for the kitchen was by a back door, which was firmly locked, we didn't have a key to it and it was obvious it hadn't been opened in a long time. The paintwork was very poor quality, emulsion just rubbing off the walls, light switches hadn't been fitted properly, there was just no attention to detail and a good end product. It fitted with a conversation we had with a white Zimbabwean, born and bred here for many generations, who is having problems ruining his own business, bidding for contracts and getting work. He is constantly undercut by black-run companies who cut corners, use shoddy materials, don't finish things off properly, so they don't work effectively and the government then has to spend more money making constant repairs than it would have cost them in the first place if they had accepted a realistic tender from a 'white' man.
We slept reasonably well, if a little uncomfortably, as the mattress still had it's manufacturers plastic cover on it. There had been more rain in the night so we were pleased to have chosen the Lodge. After breakfast we made our way through Bulawayo and further south to Matopos National Park Area. We are pitched on a campsite adjacent to a very up-market private lodge, $125 per person per night, way above our budget. The campsite is very good as at the moment we are the only people here. It caters for overlanders so it is a big site, set in Mopane scrub. When we arrived the guy on attendance advised us not to pitch near the central facilities as the overlanders can be 'very noisy'. Fortunately there are none expected tonight and just a small group of 5 tomorrow. We have an electric point nearby and a fire pit so it is looking very good. the weather has been very kind to us and I am amazed at how quickly we have dried out. It was showery rain when we arrived here this morning. We took a wet tent out of the car and in our haste to get it up we got poles muddled up, put the wrong ones in and ended up with an even wetter tent. The rain stopped, there is some sun through the cloud cover, we have opened up all the tent vents and within half an hour it was dry. John has a fire going in the fire-pit and life is good.
Tomorrow we hope for nice weather as we want to spend the day in the National Park, it is of historical rather than wild-life interest which suits us fine. Evidently there is evidence of human population going back 100,000 years.

Saturday 14 December
Yesterday evening and last night here was great. We had a blazing fire in the fire pit, then cooked potatoes and the beautiful piece of rump steak we had got from the people at Mlibizi before we left. Unfortunately the heavy clouds continued to pile in and we had to retreat inside the tent awning when the rain started. It was quite cosy, we haven't needed to sit inside the tent before. There is a central covered area here we could have used, but it meant a dash in the rain so we stayed put. Obviously with no-one else on the campsite it was a quiet and peaceful night and we woke up to clear skies and lots of sun this morning.
We have spent the day in the Matobos National Park. The scenery is stunning, large, large slabs of granite, grey, dark and ominous, jutting out of the surrounding forest and scrub. Then there are the kopjes, lumps of granite, boulders, perched precariously on top of each other, defying gravity as thy hang there. The surrounding softer rock has been eroded away over millennia, leaving the harder, weather and time resistant rock to remain in its current forms. We went to Cecil Rhodes grave, no big deal but 'The view of the World' from the top of the rocks was truly amazing. We went around the Park and looked at a couple of excellent examples of rock paintings, similar to the ones we have seen in Swaziland and South Africa. The ones found here are some of the oldest to have been discovered. The whole Matopos area is riddled with caves and it has never been fully explored or mapped, even though it has produced some of the most ancient artifacts to be discovered. The instructions to visitors are that they should only go to the known sites. However if they should stumble upon any others , not documented, they are to be reported immediately.
I'm writing this sitting around the fire pit after  lovely meal of baked potatoes and sausages, the spicy Afrikaaner type we had in South Africa. Dusk is fast approaching, black clouds have been piling up on the horizon for hour, they are now a dusky shade of red as they catch the rays of the dying sun. Occasionally a streak of lightening flashes through them and low rumbles of thunder can be heard. A full or nearly full moon is flitting in and out through the wisps of cloud breaking way. I think that, like last night, there will soon be a short, sharp downpour. I certainly hope it is short and sharp as we will be packing the tent up in the morning, ready for our return to South Africa. What a wonderful ending to our trip into Zimbabwe, our last night camping here, and in such a magical and mystic spot. The only noise, over the thunder, is the Cicadas. It is a privilege to be here, in this place which human kind has inhabited for more than 100,000 years