Best hotel in Victoria Falls, Royal Livingstone Hotel

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For a review of The Royal Livingstone Hotel, photos and a trip on a (scary) microlight flight, or if you’re nervous about visiting Victoria Falls, read on

“You’re very brave to come to Zambia alone,” said the female half of a young couple from Durban as we sat on the veranda of The Royal Livingstone Hotel, a property that surely must be the best hotel in Victoria Falls.

Mist like glitter

I looked around me. Across the Zambezi River, mist from Victoria Falls rose like white glitter and a pair of zebras grazed on the lawn by the pool.

Zebras!

The Royal Livingstone Hotel

Behind me The Royal Livingstone Hotel stretched out in colonial-style splendour, as if it the cream walls and brown peaked roofs have stood here since Dr. David Livingstone first paddled down the Zambezi to see the mysterious Smoke that Thunders, the largest waterfall in the world … even though the hotel was only built in 2001.

The Royal Livingstone Photo credit: The Royal Livingstone Hotel

Bravery not required

“I’m anything but brave,” I assured the woman. After all, what kind of courage do you need to stay in a luxury resort with outdoor spa gazebos, a deck overlooking the Zambezi River and a restaurant that serves Traditional High Tea each afternoon?

Fear factor

Then I thought back to when I was first invited to Zambia and turned the opportunity down.

“It’s too much travelling,” I’d said, but the truth was I was nervous. The only thing I’d known about Zambia was that it used to be called Northern Rhodesia and that it sounded as exotic and dark and mysterious as palm leaves in moonlight.

Romantic, to be sure, but I was afraid to go there alone.

Zambia!

Visiting Victoria Falls

Then I’d thought about missing Victoria Falls, one of the wonders of the world. I’d also thought (seriously, this is how my mind works) that if Dr. David Livingstone could make his way down the Zambezi in a dugout canoe to be the first European to see the falls, how hard could it be to fly in on South Africa Airways and stay at a 5-star Victoria Falls hotel?

Smoke that thunders Photo credit: Batoka Sky

Is it safe to visit Victoria Falls?

Caution is always required when travelling, but when it comes to Victoria Falls, Zambia, here’s what I found.

• The small airport at Livingstone felt clean and safe and even had wifi.
• It’s about a 25-30 minute ride from the airport to The Royal Livingstone Hotel by taxi. Or, you can arrange to be picked up and taken to a jetty so you can arrive at the hotel dock by riverboat. (That’s what I did.)
• When you arrive at The Royal Livingstone they’ll sit you on the veranda with a glass of ice tea and a complimentary hand massage.

The upshot is, within five minutes of arriving in Victoria Falls, Zambia, I wasn’t nervous at all.

What? Me, nervous?

And then I scared the bejeezus out of myself. I took a microlight flight.

Yikes! Photo credit Batoka Sky

Victoria Falls microlight

So let me warn you. A stay at the Royal Livingstone Hotel may seem all dreamy and relaxing and gin and tonics on the deck at sunset but, as you’re lazily swinging in a hammock thinking that The Royal Livingstone Hotel is the best hotel in Victoria Falls, don’t get too complacent.

It’s not all G&Ts at sunset

Victoria Falls is a major centre for active adventures and once you start with the adrenalin rush it’s impossible to stop.

Adventure at Victoria Falls – the microlight flight

I’d assumed a microlight was going to be something like a seaplane or a helicopter – as in something with walls – and that I’d soar up into the air, have a lovely view of Victoria Falls and be back in time for a massage at the hotel’s Royal Spa.

Eeek

No one told me a microlight aircraft looks like a bicycle with wings. You’re completely open to the elements and it was just a good thing Grant, the Zambian pilot was handsome trustworthy looking or I might have jumped into the Zambezi and dog paddled back to the hotel. (Of course then I’d be afraid of hippos.)

Hippos!

The flight of angels

Angels in their flight must have gazed upon scenes so lovely.

Dr David Livingstone

Once I was buckled in and a helmet latched to my head, the pilot started the engine and we tore up into the sky. Instead of enjoying the view, however, I was obsessing about my hair getting caught in the propeller.

“Is my head good here?” I asked the pilot, wondering if I should tilt forward more.

“Yup, just where it should be, on your shoulders,” he said as we flew over the side of the falls, my eyes swerving down to view the 108-metre (360 feet) falls as they toppled into the Zambezi Gorge.

Whohoo!

Kissing the mist

That’s when I realized how exciting a microlight is, and how it’s such an intimate way of viewing Victoria Falls you’re practically kissing the mist.

I waved to Zimbabwe as we flew across the border (at least I think we crossed the border, it’s not as if there’s a signpost up there) then stared mesmerized at the huge chasm Victoria Falls nosedives into, as if it’s aiming straight for the underworld.

The falls

Grant pointed out a grazing herd of water buffalo, which (forgive my rudeness) looked more like lumps of poo than beasts of grandeur from my lofty vantage point, but of course they were beautiful nonetheless. (I’m just saying that to be polite).

In a scant 15 minutes, which seemed more like a day and a half, we were back on the ground, and I’d successfully completed my bird-woman imitation over Victoria Falls.

Spa gazebo

From high to happily low

After a high like that it seemed only right to lie down. In one of The Royal Livingstone’s riverside spa tents complete with a peaked roof and brass chandelier, I lay on my stomach watching the odd leafy branch float down the Zambezi as my spa therapist, Melodia, massaged the remaining ribbons of adrenalin right out of me using an aromatic blend of grapeseed oil, lavender and sandalwood.

Ahhhh!

The only thing that intruded into my stupor at all was the occasional grunt of a submerged hippo.

Tour of Victoria Falls

The next morning it was time for a quieter excursion, a tour of Victoria Falls. Along with a guide named Francis I wandered the trails, looking at the forest of acacia, strangler figs and forest-dwelling orchids.

Those people are way too close to the edge

Foaming strings of water coursed down the basalt cliffs, not nearly as ferocious as the falls would be during the wet season, but mind-blowing nonetheless.

David Livingstone, I presume?

David Livingstone at Victoria Falls

As we came to a bronze sculpture of David Livingstone, I learned about real courage (as opposed to my lily-livered version of it).

Not only did this famous explorer withstand a ferocious lion attack (losing the use of one arm), he was a fervent anti-slavery crusader, preaching commerce rather than servitude and, as Francis said, “he was a very brave man, standing on the edge of the falls to drop a string with a bullet tied to the end in order to measure the depth.”

A walk at the falls

“So people here liked him?” I asked, never sure about relationships between explorer and those whose territory has been ‘explored.’

“He is honoured, ” Francis said. “When he died in 1873 his two porters removed his heart to bury it in  Zambia because they believed his heart was in Africa.”

Hey, where did he come from?

Later that night as I enjoyed a candlelight dinner for one on the hotel grounds with only a baby zebra for company, I understood how David Livingstone could feel so passionate about Africa he gave it his heart. What I couldn’t understand, or no longer remembered, was feeling too scared to stay away.