Livingstone I presume!

In my mid twenties I took a break between jobs to spend a month with friends of my family who were living in Zimbabwe. During my stay I set out on my own for Victoria Falls. After a couple of days there, and an overnight trip on the Zambezi, I'd got to know a few international backpackers. But I was still very surprised to hear someone calling my name on the main street in Vic Falls. So much so, I chose to ignore the woman's voice. When I'd heard my name called several times I turned to see a really good friend, whom I'd known from Infants School to Sixth Form. She was also visiting Vic Falls for a couple of days, from South Africa, where her British mum had had some work. We'd not been in regular touch since school, as I'd been working abroad, but we continue to be friends to this day.