The flying fox

While talking to the travel office at the airport earlier in the afternoon, Lori spontaneously decided that we needed to jump off the Zambezi river canyon wall, and hang on a wire high above the river, better known as "the flying fox". Me? I'm a good wing woman. My travel buddy wants us to jump off a cliff, who am I to rain on the parade?

We were picked up at the backpacker mid-afternoon, taken to the edge, and suited up in body harnesses. Have I ever mentioned how much I dislike harnesses? Turned out, Lori was not a big fan either.