On my last evening in Zimbabwe, Robbie and I went, with R’s delightful friend Charlotte, to a place called Domboshava. This is a granite rock the size of a small mountain about 30km outside Harare.
Here’s the interpretative centre:
They have a quaint custom in Zimbabwe of having one price for locals and another for tourists. At Domboshava, the sign announced admission was $2 for Zimbabweans, $10 for non-Zimbabweans. I find that a bit unencouraging to the tourist trade, personally. With no intention of paying five times the local rate, I just smiled sweetly at the woman and handed over $2. If the attendant didn’t hear me speak, how would she know I wasn’t a local?
We climbed up to the top, where we met two friends of Charlotte celebrating their wedding anniversary. Then Robbie and I climbed down the other side to look for the prehistoric rock paintings. And took some photos of flame lilies.
Look: there’s an elephant …
and some bisonybuffalowildebeest type things …
Domboshava zings. It has the energy of a place that has been a centre for human activity for centuries. In an odd way, it put me in mind of Notre Dame – they both have charged atmospheres.The other reason for the charged atmosphere was the almighty thunderstorm that broke out when we were on top of the rock. (Perhaps because Robbie did a Sermon on the Mount impression?)