“Beyond the edge of the world there’s a space where emptiness and substance neatly overlap, where past and future form a continuous, endless loop. And, hovering about, there are signs no one has ever read, chords no one has ever heard.” ― Haruki Murakami, Kafka on the Shore
I had to see what lay at the edge of the Victoria Falls, from the view of the Angel. I had visited with the Devil before, taken up his challenge and swum to the outer limits. I had felt fear, but more importantly a deep desire to trust. To believe the guides when they told me that I would be ok. The water would not take me with it as it cascaded over the edge, into the fiery gorge below.
This time the same desire arose, as my guide’s hand led me along a plank (*pushes pirate ship references out of mind*) along the rocks of this shallow section of the Zambezi River, on Livingstone Island, into what is known as Angel’s Pool, a few metres from Devil’s Pool, along the same cliff face.
Trust is all you can focus on when you’re tip-toeing on the edge of the world’s largest waterfall, while you shimmy as close as possible to the verge to glimpse the rainbow painted across the white spray below. Trust in the slippery, submerged lip of rock that keeps you from tumbling over. Trust in the blue rope that hangs nearby, just in case you need to grab onto it. Trust in the guides, your fellow swimmers and yourself. Trust in the river.
Some people say that the Angel is more dangerous than the Devil, or at least scarier. I happen to agree, but perhaps that has more to do with the individual on that day. When I dived into Devil’s Pool the year before, I had friends by my side; I felt fear drop away much sooner than it did at Angel’s Pool, where I visited last month with people I didn’t know: a Brit, a Bloemfonteinian and a Canadian.
There’s a lesson in that. Braving something like the precipice of Victoria Falls will do that to you – make you search for lessons, reasons for why you undertook such a harrowing feat.
It’s easy to be brave in the security of the familiar, but true courage perhaps arises not only in unfamiliar terrain but in the presence of unfamiliar people, when there is no reassurance, no support.
Above: Our guide at Angel’s Pool, and below, Vasco, our guide from Royal Chundu