We had invited the Irish journalist Lawrence out to the Hunter Bar in town as well as our new Japanese friends. Don’t ask me their names, I couldn’t say them much less spell them. We hadn’t exchanged cell numbers with Lawrence and were afraid he’d be a no-show, but figured since it happened to be his birthday we had a decent shot.
This is a local bar, and arriving first, I was nervous as what to expect. Walking in, we were immediately invited to have a seat with two Zim guys, Tom and Mika. We had a few drinks and laughs before the Japanese guys showed up, where we helped translate for the Zim guys (three peoples separated by a common language).
Lawrence finally showed and regaled us with tales of his day doing the “Adrenaline Package”, which involved bungee, zip lining, gorge swinging and some other stuff. He bungeed five times, including backwards and from a handstand. The guides encouraged him to go for the aforementioned record of 11 jumps, but he told them he could only feel like he was going to die so many times before he actually did.
I had purchased some 200 ml scotch bottles from duty-free before we left, but was not going to be able to finish off the last one, so I gave it to Lawrence as a birthday present, which was very well received. All was going very swimmingly until Tom the Zim drank a bit too much and got, well, clingy. At one point he wouldn’t let Marnie up to go talk to Lawrence, and the whole thing got very awkward. He made us promise to come see him at his rental booth down at the falls, but that was not to happen.
Sloppy drunken Zimbabweans aside, it was a great time, and the perfect excuse for Marnie and me to lay skulking in our room until our shuttle to the airport.
This is a local bar, and arriving first, I was nervous as what to expect. Walking in, we were immediately invited to have a seat with two Zim guys, Tom and Mika. We had a few drinks and laughs before the Japanese guys showed up, where we helped translate for the Zim guys (three peoples separated by a common language).
Lawrence finally showed and regaled us with tales of his day doing the “Adrenaline Package”, which involved bungee, zip lining, gorge swinging and some other stuff. He bungeed five times, including backwards and from a handstand. The guides encouraged him to go for the aforementioned record of 11 jumps, but he told them he could only feel like he was going to die so many times before he actually did.
I had purchased some 200 ml scotch bottles from duty-free before we left, but was not going to be able to finish off the last one, so I gave it to Lawrence as a birthday present, which was very well received. All was going very swimmingly until Tom the Zim drank a bit too much and got, well, clingy. At one point he wouldn’t let Marnie up to go talk to Lawrence, and the whole thing got very awkward. He made us promise to come see him at his rental booth down at the falls, but that was not to happen.
Sloppy drunken Zimbabweans aside, it was a great time, and the perfect excuse for Marnie and me to lay skulking in our room until our shuttle to the airport.
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