A land of power and pressure, Zimbabwe holds beauty and burden in the same hand.

At Victoria Falls, the earth splits open. Smoke and thunder rise where the Zambezi plunges, and the mist paints rainbows above cliffs that you pass when walking over the bridge from Zambia. Further north, in Mana Pools, elephants wade through river shallows and stand uo on their legs like a miracle.

But not all runs wild. In the cities, years of economic collapse have left scars. Empty shelves, currency chaos, dreams reduced to survival. And deeper still – the long, painful echoes of colonialism, Rhodesia, and a fight that never really left the land.

Yet Zimbabwe stands. Not polished, not easy – but proud. In every broken road and warm smile, there’s resistance. And resilience.