On the way to Alexandra Falls in the Black River Gorges, the road narrows to a single lane and disappears into a cathedral of trees. Eucalyptus trunks line both sides like columns, their canopy knitting together overhead to form a living tunnel of green. The light filters through in patches, the road curves gently ahead, and for a moment the rest of the island ceases to exist. One of those accidental discoveries that stays with you long after you've left.
On the way to Alexandra Falls in the Black River Gorges, the road narrows to a single lane and disappears into a cathedral of trees. Eucalyptus trunks line both sides like columns, their canopy knitting together overhead to form a living tunnel of green. The light filters through in patches, the road curves gently ahead, and for a moment the rest of the island ceases to exist. One of those accidental discoveries that stays with you long after you've left.
