| 30. Down the Mokhotlong River Valley |
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From Sani I walked three long days down the relatively tame Mokhotlong valley to the town of Mokhotlong where I was promised good food shops to restock and internet! The villages in the top of the valley were isolated, small and friendly, as are most villages. The thing about walking seven hours everyday, is that the days seem to go so fast and villages become nameless friendly places where you pass and say hello to everyone. Days would pass with no drama or bigs stories to tell everyone. BUT I know that what seems normal to me now, is completely foreign to others, so I am compelled to tell you every detail of my journey. As usual I stayed in villages with the chiefs along the way, where each evening was spent chatting (in my brocken Sesotho) about my travels and listening to their disbelief and exclamations in the smoky cooking huts. It is my favourite part of the day! Kicking the shoes off, enjoying a massive plate of papa and moroho (corn meal bread like stuff and spinach) and watching all of the family action happen in the fire light darkness of the hut.
Since I started walking from Sani Top, I felt like the race to the finish line was on. I’m not sure why, but I guess I was secretly yearning to finish. But I do know for a fact that I must enjoy every moment, because before I know it I’ll be finished and dreaming of the mountains again.
Halfway down the Mokhotlong Larlie and I said goodbye to Adolf, the man who had accompanied us for a couple of days from Sani, and we began our purely solo journey through the highlands of Lesotho. Yippee! Why hadn’t I done it sooner, I asked myself. It’s more exciting when the possibility of taking the wrong path is very possible, and easy to do, and it makes you talk to more people I have found. Usually I ask everyone I see along the path for directions, partly to confirm directions but sometimes just to strike ‘conversation’ (limited conversation that is). |
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