Trouble in Lesotho (Photo Diary)
Lachlan receives a proposition from a frisky old lady with blood shot eyes, an afro goatee and more than a faint whiff of beer on her breath. Bow Wow alerts us to an intruder by doing his best Scrappy Doo impersonation and then later mysteriously disappears. We finally find a public telephone and call home but as per usual the line to Westridge is engaged.
In yonder field there stand some coos, they must have gone because their no there noo.
Boy and dog by the road, Lesotho.
The village consisted of just a dozen little homes with puffing chimneys, one small shop and absolutely no campsite. Lachlan was mobbed by curious villagers when he went into the shop to stock up on supplies and ask if they knew of anywhere that we could stay. He lapped up the attention until a frisky old lady with blood shot eyes, an afro goatee and more than a faint whiff of beer on her breath cornered him and told Lachlan that he was very welcome to camp at her house but only if he promised to ditch me and choose a local girl to marry. Lachlan considered the proposition before fleeing the store with two bottles of Black Label beer and, luckily for me, minus a Basotho bride in tow.
Darkness was descending and we needed to find somewhere to stay and fast. We back tracked to a small farm ten kilometres away and they allowed us to set up camp there. As the farm workers left, once again we were camping on our lonesome and very thankful to have our watch dog with us.
Traditional farm rondavels, Lesotho.
There you are, Bow Wow!
Forget strawberries, here it's mielie fields forever.
Where hooves are better than tyres.
Breathtaking scenes from Lesotho.
This one did not allow for international calls.
Laundry day, Lesotho.
Katse Dam panorama.
Bow Wow in the setting sun, Katse Dam, Lesotho.
Lula at the Katse Dam, Lesotho.
Breakfast at the Katse Dam, Lesotho.
The Vagabond Adventures washing line.
Sun baking and route planning.