I travelled to Zimbabwe with my parents when I was 12 years old.  We drove all the way from Cape Town in our mini-van, crossed the border at Bight Bridge and visited Bulawayo first, where my mother grew up.  Then we continued on to Victoria Falls, where I bungee jumped and we went canoeing with crocodiles.

Next we drove through Zambia to Lake Kariba, did a boat trip and saw elephants before heading down to Harare and then on to Great Zimbabwe where we celebrated New Years with some old friends of my parents…. and I think I got drunk for the first time.

It was a long time ago and I don’t remember too much of it, but I believe this trip is what got me addicted to travel…