Thursday, January 7, 2016

Lesotho Dec 2015



We left Clarens in South Africa and decided to skim down the border and head into Lesotho.  We knew the peaks of the Drakensberg mountain chain formed part of the border between the two countries and that Lesotho had some stunning scenery in its interior.  It is wholly surrounded by South Africa.
The small homes with majestic backgrounds.


The rocky cliff faces reminded us somewhat of the SW of the USA.  The hard cap rock is nearly flat and the softer rock below is eroded by wind and rain to form some pretty awesome formations.
A welcome drink of brown sherry greeted us at our lodging location of Naleli Guest House in Leribe.

A 3-D wall sculpture in the meeting room next to Reception in the lodge.

Look closely and you'll see that this is the SHOP.  Tiny little store fronts in the middle of nowhere.  The stones come from the fields here.  They just pile them up to make walls and its a shop or a home.


These rondavels with thatched roofs can be made of the same stone, or of sticks or bricks.
This egg-shaped rock was peeling off layers.  Could it be a fossilized dinosaur egg?

A huge vista in the mountains of Lesotho.  The views are huge.

You can see for miles into the valleys here.

A local in his gumboots making the donkeys carry his bags of maize or rice.

More mountain majesty with the rondavels and thatched roofs in the foreground.  One newly thatched roof looks yellow; the grey one is what aging does to them.

Mohair goats roam in these mountains.



Looking back down the valley we've just driven up.

There is a lot of copper in the rocks here.  This rock face is green with some white calcium still attached.

At the top of the Mafika Lisiu mountain pass, 3090 meters high.  If we kept going we would've reached Katse Dam, but we turned around a short distance later and headed back.

Karen at the top of the mountain pass.

Another view of another direction from the mountain top.  It was pretty windy up there.

A spot of bright color at the top of the rocky pass.

A Karen selfie in Lesotho.

The mountain viewing point.

The mountain flakes off in big slabs and chunks and the piles of rubble rock lie next to the roads. 


Some of the slabs of rock look sharp.  The angular break in the rocks make it interesting.  Folks use these slabs as fence posts to wrap the barbed wire around.  They may use sticks or poles for most of the fencing, but every so often they reinforce the fence with a rock slab.
The local herders are always fully covered from head to toe and wearing these gumboots.  You'd think they'd sweat to death in the heat, but very little skin is exposed in this country.



A zoomed in shot of a sharp spire of rock in the range in the distance.
The bigger picture of the range of rocky mountains.
WE just pulled into this info center to turn around.  It was the start of a 4WD-only route.  But the man came out in a full fake fur coat and hat.  Like it was freezing in winter or something!  We were in shorts and t-shirts and had the air conditioner running.  I don't know how he did it.  He must think his coat is really good looking.


Women here carry everything on their heads. 

More rock scenery

One of the sellers along the roadside--Tupperware?  Really? The cloth proclaims they are an authorized seller.




Other stuff is sold along the roads like this.  Just heaps of whatever you have to sell--clothes, bundles of thatching grass, fruit, etc.--just put it out and sit and wait for someone to come along and buy it.
Our room at the Naleli Guest Lodge.  It looked nice but almost nothing really worked.  Still, the receptionist liked us and upgraded us to this room.  They had found bees in it earlier and sprayed for them and she was concerned about the residual smell of the insecticide.    If only they'd worried about the plumbing and water and cleaning the dishes.....

Who needs a bus when a tractor can pull an open cart full of people along the main road?

This white stone was shaped into blocks, bricks, tiles and slabs right where the rock was exposed along the road.  It was sold there, too.  Just chunking away at the mountain to make money.

These mountain peaks were formed eons ago when the escarpment buckled as it was moving.


Spelling isn't the most important thing here, I guess.  They are advertising a Lo-Jack kind of gadget for vehicles.
A crushed water tank on the back of a small pickup truck as we drove through the outskirts of Maseru in Lesotho.

Market day along the roadside in a village where we stopped to buy gasoline.  We found the gas here cheaper than anywhere in South Africa.


A cattle herder moving his cattle along the road.  He is wearing a traditional hat that is the symbol of Lesotho.

Most vehicles are overloaded here.  Must be moving day for someone.



Kids ride the donkeys here.  The bag of maize is like a padded saddle for him.
Sharp tooth-like mountain peak in the distance.

The gas station has an armed guard standing on the property.  Yes, that's a big gun slung over his shoulder while he drinks a Coke.

A truck full of watermelons for sale across the street.

The license plates here sport a picture of the traditional hat worn by the men here.  They really do look like that, with the knob on top and all.

I liked this lady's fancy woven hat, too.

Even with the hat on, this lady carries her basket of goods on her head.

Wheelbarrows for the men, heads for the ladies to transport just about anything and everything.  My neck hurts just looking at this.

One little Isuzu pickup pulling two trailers with three huge water tanks on each one.  This would be interesting to watch in a strong cross wind.


At the border, we saw a truck with all these new wheelbarrows heading in.  After all, Christmas is coming.
At first I thought this was another view of scorched earth from a fire.  But it was just really black dirt.  It was plowed and ready for planting, but I couldn't remember seeing dirt so black before.


A cool rock formation.  To me it looks like two cartoon hippos standing and kissing.
Most of the people in Lesotho didn't smile or wave back at us.  Only the folks in the tourism industry were nice to us.  One guy flipped us off as we drove past, just because....
While Lesotho has some magnificent scenery, you could see the other side of the mountains from South Africa and probably get a warmer reception. 

Wednesday, December 23, 2015

Travel to Swaziland Nov 2015

Our first stop on our land travel adventure trip was at the ostrich farm we'd seen earlier.  This one is all black, indicating it is a male.
Our little Nissan Micra that took us over 6000 km in 3 weeks through 7 countries.
A fire in a sugar cane field as we bounced along a gravel road towards the border to Swaziland just to check it out.
The border between South Africa and Swaziland.  We ended up back and forth through this border a couple of times in an hour.  First we just walked across, but then decided to drive through Swaziland and had to come back and then exit and enter again with the car.  It all got quite confusing.
A dust storm as we drove through Swaziland.  We got caught right in the middle of it and it just blasted us  for a bit.  It's been so dry this year that the wind just howled through a gap in the mountains and stirred up all the red dirt as it scoured across the landscape.
Our 'beehive' accommodation for the night.  These were actual forms of accommodation out here and these are billed as a "cultural village".  No windows so they can be suffocating on a hot night.
The tiny doors to get into the beehives were new for us.  Had to crawl in and out.
Nisela Lodge also kept a pen full of guinea pigs and rabbits.  They were very friendly and swarmed the fence expecting food.  They're so cute.
The inside of the beehive with our electric lamp
The wall next to my bed.  You can see the sticks are tied together and bent to form the rounded shape.
Inside the men's shower, Jason found this white frog perched on the shower rod.  He never moved.
Mr. Hobbs, the resident zebra.  He's a cheeky dude that they've had to contain in the pen since he was caught wandering into a conference room full of attendees and ate their muffins and pastries and coffee.
The entrance to our group of beehives.
Karen feeding apples to Mr. Hobbs.  He gobbled them so quick, you don't even see it here.
The bunnies also liked the apple bits we tossed in for them.
Mr. Hobbs giving Jason the evil eye.
Do you have any more apples for me??
A cool roof on a building at the lodge.  That's all thatching grass and they sculpt the edges on some buildings to be quite ornate.
A group of wildebeest trotting away from the road at the Hlane Game Sanctuary.
Bits of chewed up backpacks, tents and such that line the fence of coils of barbed wire at the entrance to the Hlane Royal Game Reserve.  I imagine the animals that must've ripped some of these up.  You aren't allowed out of the vehicles for good reason.
White-backed vultures hanging out near the old elephant carcass.  Lions killed the oldest bull in the park a couple of weeks earlier and these guys are still feeding on the carrion.
Lions killed a baby elephant two days earlier and this slab of ribs in the road is all that is left of it.
White rhinos in a corner of the park. The 'white' is a misunderstanding of the local's pronunciation of "wide" as the white rhinos have wide lips that look quite square.  The 'black' rhino has pointed lips.
A young lioness resting in the grass as we drove through the park.
A young male lion, his mane isn't yet big and shaggy.
The group of two females and the male wandered around and settled in to rest in the coming dusk.
An young female elephant feeding.
The female elephant in the background was known to our guide to be aggressive and he didn't want her approaching us.
Unfortunately, the battery in the safari vehicle was dead and we couldn't get the vehicle started as the elephant noticed us.  The guide got very concerned and made the three guys get out and push-start the vehicle so we could get out of there.  Our cold beers are in the cooler.
Cool yellow eyes in the shot as they lazed in the dusk.
These are holes probably dug by wart hogs or some other animal.  The snakes like to live in them,  We were warned not to stand in front of any hole where you see hoofprints as the warthog within could come charging out and would shatter your leg bones before you could move out of the way.  Always look over into the hole from behind the mound.
Jason holding two weaver bird nests.  The one onthe left is complet but has been ripped off the tree by a dissatisfied female.  The greener one on the right is newer and not totally complete, but already it has been deemed no good by one of the birds.  How they weave such intricate nests with just their beaks is amazing.
A family of warthogs at the border post.
The warthogs aren't concerned as they cross the parking lot at the border.  When they trot away with their little skinny tails straight up, it is quite cute.
This wood kingfisher was a gorgeous metallic blue.
A couple of impala lock horns in play near the road.