At the end of almost three years living and working in Tanzania (1987-1989), I took two weeks for a short trip to Zimbabwe and Botswana. A fabulous experience, of which unfortunately, I took no notes, and only a limited amount of photographs – this was the analogue era of photography, in which you were still limited by the amount of film rolls you carried. So what follows is a no doubt incomplete, and quite possibly inaccurate account of that trip, based on distant memories and discoloured, scanned slides.
I was so impressed by Zimbabwe, and especially its rock paintings, that I went back two years later, in 1991. Thanks to letters home, the acount of this trip, A Travel Diary from Southern Africa, was better documented at the time than my first visit.