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T he plane banked its wings to the left, and out the window the bush forests of Zambia appeared. We peered out of the tiny round windows, anxious for our first glimpse of the country. We'd been planning this trip for months, spending hours on the phone, sending countless e-mails to arrange the details of our eclipse coverage-- but now, for the first time, a real landscape appeared, a landscape not of our imagining, a wide, flat expanse of dark green trees and the deep red soil of eroded waterways and dirt roads. The silver curve of an immense river slid in from the horizon down from west to east, which we figured must be the Zambezi River. |
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Check in with us tomorrow as, with the cheerful
paranoia of customs and immigration past, we explore Zambia from ground
level.
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