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I stood at World’s View in Nyanga mountains looking beyond the horizon. At that moment I understood the magnitude of Jesus’ temptation when the devil had placed him at a high point and shown him the world. I could see where the clouds collided with the land.The view was superb, I was like an eagle, soaring high in the skies. The view before me could not be likened to anything, it was simply breathtaking. The festive season is here, its grip is tight upon us like some invisible force, compelling us to be merry and jovial.
Christmas has always been time for family reunions, seeing that long line of relatives some whom you can’t clearly define which place on the family tree they fall on. This time I decided to go about it in a completely different way.
I decided to spend my Christmas with my friends, so we packed into a Toyota Hilux and the steep slopes and sharp curves heralded our arrival in the Eastern Highlands.
It was getting dark when we got to the sleepy town of Nyanga, so we just bought a few drinks on our way to Troutbeck Inn.
The night seemed very long indeed as we all wanted to begin exploring the famous Eastern Highlands. It was raining and, much colder than Harare, we had to be content indoors until the rain abated. We followed a gravel and winding road up the mountains towards World’s View.
It was all curiosity as we meandered on a road which seemed to have no end. Finally, we got to the summit and entered the gate that announced in bold black that we were at World’s View.
Quickly without waiting for the other guys in the group who had gone to pay the fees we began exploring. We followed a track that led to the edge of a cliff and came upon a lovely view of the valley below.
I called out to the other guys to come and view such a magnificent scene and nature was at its best. Like a puff of smoke from a giant chimney the mist came billowing, it enveloped us in its greyness and our vision was limited to only a few metres. We quickly retreated from the edge of the cliff.
“Come this way guys,” one of my friends called out from the top of a grey boulder, we quickly followed the track he had followed and began climbing up the mountain. The shouts from the guys and screams and complaints from the ladies indicated that the climb was not an easy one.
Not wanting to be outdone and showing off my stamina I was soon leading the group as we went up the mountain.
We had to wait for the girls to catch up with us. Showers started and the best we could do was laugh and endure, going back was out of the question. We continued the steep climb and got to the summit.
The top of the mountain was somewhat flat, and scattered on top were columns of small rocks, people marking their achievements, we concluded and began making our own pile.
We cautiously went to the edge of the cliff and looked below. To the right was a greyish cliff face and we concluded it was the same as the one we were.
Houses were littered far below in a haphazard manner like matchboxes which had fallen from the hand of some giant. The descent was faster though we lost the path we had come up with and followed several others which went down the mountain.
The mist had cleared and we climbed up the artificial viewpoint to observe the world. Cameras clicked furiously capturing the view of the valley and cliffs from the World’s View.
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