The next day our conveyance was a 4x4 vehicle which took us up another precipitous and bumpy road to Sani Pass in the mist at about 10,000 feet and into the independent kingdom of Lesotho, crossing a border out of South Africa again. The highlands of Lesotho have an alpine feeling, as did the restaurant in which we ate lunch, dubbed "the highest pub in Africa." Most interesting was a visit to a wild and remote-feeling Basuto village where people live much like they did centuries ago, yet raising a white flag if they have bread (baked over cow dung coals) or a red flag if they have meat (from their herds of goats) for sale to the odd traveler who ventures up this road.
Returning to lower elevations at our hotel in Himeville, I hiked out to the top of a majestic waterfall, its flow draining from the spectacular highlands we had just visited.
Returning to lower elevations at our hotel in Himeville, I hiked out to the top of a majestic waterfall, its flow draining from the spectacular highlands we had just visited.
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