From Victoria Falls we walked over the border to Zimbabwe to get on an overnight train to Zimbabwe's second largest city, Bulawayo. It was the worst place I've ever had to spend the night but very interesting, none the less. The rooms were dirty and old and nothing in them worked (ie - electricity, locks, sinks). The whole train smelled of urine. There were blood stains on the sheets though they had been washed and the mattresses were old and broken and wobbly. It cost us $19 a night. Worth it? I dunno. It felt like a haunted train, what with the low lighting and the loud noises and all of the doors flapping open in the wind, despite the signs that clearly requested that they be kept closed so people wouldn't die.
None of these pictures do any justice to the grime and dirt we experienced but take my word that after 50 years what was once a luxury train is now far far from it.
Bulwayo was an interesting city and I'll leave it to Zach to discuss Zimbabwe in general. His parents leave tomorrow so he'll be back to blogging once he has the time. And now I'm off to face the rain while running to the cafeteria for lunch. Which, by the way, almost DOUBLED the price of a plate of rice and beans while I was away. Inflation continues in Malawi!
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