MYSTERIOUS THE GREAT ZIMBABWE Drew Praynis, Australia is now 6 am, the sun had risen, and I walk along the ancient road in the direction of the hill, on top of which lives a pack of baboons. Huge granite rocks are everywhere, and my tortuous route goes along the path, covered with small pebbles. I came here to find what separates Zimbabwe from other countries. Besides, I found another and a piece of Africa. View of the big city from the beginning I planned to get into the Great Zimbabwe, ancient ruins, which are located near the town of Masvingo. Great Zimbabwe was built in the period roughly from the XIII to XVII century and was once its population numbered 2500 persons. This place is unique at least that is the largest ancient settlement in sub-Saharan Africa. Inside the annular wall Big City The traveler is not easy to know anything in Zimbabwe. White stick together and therefore have no idea how and where public transport runs. Black knows a little more, but to learn something, still have to find someone who knows something. I had no luck, I asked the wrong person, but without it, my impression of Africa would be incomplete. In South Africa it was all just, Victoria Falls, too, can hardly be called Africa in the full sense of the word, and even there it was all about without any problems (except for the lack of ATMs). The road to the Great Zimbabwe Yesterday I heard about a bus that went to South Africa from Zimbabwe's capital, the city of Harare. On it I was going to get to a gas station near Masvingo, and from there to get, as happens. The first bus departs at 11 am. I was told that the road goes from 3 to 5 hours. In their calculations, I decided to start from 5:00. Thus, I left 2 hours left before dark. The bus departed with a 45-minute delay, after 500 meters, he stood up again, for another 15 minutes. Usually the buses for two seats on each side of the aisle. In African buses on the one hand there are 2 chairs and 3 on the other. I took a seat in the front seat next to a pretty girl, who incessantly repeated that she wants to give birth to five children. I asked why it was five, and she answered: "If something happens, the family will be able to help." She said that she had no brother, and her stepfather was dead, so no one would support her in difficult moments. She had to go 17 hours in order to buy cloth for clothes, and then, after dinner, waiting for her return journey. The passport she had a lot of cliches about crossing the border. The trip started with a prayer delivered in the local Shona language. I translated the prayer is the beauty that was sitting next to me: "There's going to talk about that for passing a course must kiss the person who sits next to." Probably something I did not hear, because nobody in the bus did not kiss. After a while we stopped at a small pizzeria. In Zimbabwe, not really bother with inventing names for such places. "Pizza Inn" or "Pizza Slice", and then another "Chicken Inn" or "Chicken Slice" and so on. The valley was 4 o'clock when I got to Masvingo. I landed about 2 km south of the city, at a gas station, about 500 meters from the turn of the Great Zimbabwe. As I walked to the road I need, I, as usually happens with tourists, considered by local residents. On their faces you can see a mixture of surprise and amazement, it usually means (I know from experience traveling around the world), their confidence that you're all crazy. Usually at this time of the day you can see the vans, which are waiting for their passengers. Those who do not fit vans, trying to stop a passing bus, car or truck. Some, in desperation, go along the road on foot. I just had one of the desperate. Turning right, I walked toward the bus stop. The road does is not significantly different for those with few exceptions, that the truck was not on it. I wandered off somewhere where he did not know, but the sun was already beginning to mount. Then I managed to get into the minibus, which is usually placed 12 people including the driver. At this time, crept into the 22 people - 20 seated and two standing (or rather, tried to stand hunched over). Complex in the hills in front of me sat a man. In one hand he had a package with two dozen eggs, and in the other - the child. Just a mini-bus were three children (one of the 22 passengers, I did not included). One boy looked at me, and to his cheeks, like a glue, clinging tears. Soon the sun goes down, after a long hot day week should bring cool, but so far, due to lack of air, a large accumulation of overheated bodies inside the minivan, and relief does not come. I leaned forward to stretch their little arms, which seemed to have developed together. Even the driver most likely is not easy. He has to grope lever somewhere between the legs of one of the passengers. To switch from second to fourth speed, he is forced to drive away those who have almost straddled the scenes shift. On the way we stopped at the store to his passengers could buy something. Slightly earlier near the road we saw a billboard announcing that the supermarket had reopened. Several years ago, the supermarkets had a ball Roll out the policy of the government to control the diet of its citizens. Deadline for material: See also other materials about the Great Zimbabwe: An ancient building, the name given to an entire country See also other materials about the ancient ruins: A reminder of bygone power of Persia Jam - ancient impregnable fortress in North Africa as we conquered Europe with Sea Pompeii - legend, covered with ashes Delphi - the religious center of ancient Greece's Rock-of-Kashel - an ancient symbol of the Irish State largest complex of Roman temples built in the 3000 km from Rome Flooding is useful ... the eruption the Temple of Skulls - a symbol of the kingdom of the dead lonely wanderer in Baalbek Snacks Locks and Bible stories to deserted ruins of the Kingdom of Ani At the places of cult sacrifices of the ancient tribes Stone miracle of southern Africa country, where the two calendars and two ways of calculating time Great restaurants and inspiring ruins of strange dreams about ancient cities ruins of Hampi, injustice and thick beggars
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