After saying sorrowful farewells to our parents, cell phones and the outside world, we were cast into the unknown. Armed only with a rucksack and no idea of what lay ahead. Our priorities were soon re-arranged as in the Matabeleland heat we soon realised that water was significantly more important than a cold beer.
We grew to appreciate the simpler, taken for granted things in life, like sleeping at 3.30am instead of sitting on the back of a truck unsure of our destinations that were summed up merely in a few co-ordinates. Yet, we soon realised that even hiking with a 30 litres of water, and a stretcher could not destroy the beauty of our surroundings. Even the rocky, over grown peaks of the’ 7 Sisters’ could not dampen our spirits, no matter how steep the gradient. One lucky ‘sister’ had the privilege of acquiring a temporary trig beacon….. namely, Mr. Randle!
Our 4 day long trek through the Zimbabwean wilderness rendered us tired and extremely dirty. We came to realise that not all chickens came from plastic packets, that you can bath in water dirtier than yourself, and that star gazing is actually more entertaining than most movies.
Upon returning to our new ‘home’ we understood the true value of showers, clean clothes, warm beds and hot, fresh food that didn’t come from a packet, tin can or require execution before consumption.