Victoria Falls Helitour: The Fright Stuff
It’s not until I’m sitting here, suspended 100 metres above Victoria Falls in Zimbabwe in a six-seater chopper, that I realise just how much I don’t want to be doing this.
Don’t get me wrong, the “flight of the angels” undoubtedly offers the most stunning views I’ve seen in my life. Rainbows criss-crossing the world’s largest curtain of water as it drops out of a 1700-metre-wide chasm in the earth. Spray wisping all around like strands of white fairy floss. Livingstone Island teetering on the edge of the falls like a mossy pebble, a reminder of explorer David Livingstone’s famous quote on seeing the falls for the first time in 1855: “Scenes so lovely they must have been gazed upon by angels in their flight.”
But the fact is I don’t actually want to be anywhere near where angels have been, because I hate heights. I’m petrified of them. I’m the kind of girl who fights back tears at the top of the ferris wheel; who always cowers a good 10 metres back from the edge of any cliff just in case the urge to jump should overtake.