Around the World Again

Lesotho (pronounced le-soo-too) is an independent country entirely surrounded by South Africa.  

A constitutional monarchy, its king is currently Letsie III, but it is governed in all material respects by a prime minister and representative councils.

Called the Mountain Kingdom (for good reason), Lesotho is made up of the heights of the Drakensberg and Maluti ranges, and lies entirely over 3400 feet above sea level, its highest point being Mount Ntlenyana at 11,424 feet in altitude.

Access from South Africa in the east requires a trek up the Sani Pass and a 4X4 vehicle.  The steep gravel road rises about 4,400 feet over the course of a very rough five miles.

Happy motorists often celebrate completing the route and entering Lesotho at the Highest Pub in Africa (9,429 feet) with a locally-brewed Maluti beer.

The Lesotho flag features a shape that recurs repeatedly throughout the traveler’s experience there……

In the dwellings….

In the formation of sheaves of wheat…..

In the traditional headwear…..

And even in the landscape itself…..

The mountain vistas are breathtaking……

Roadway perils are common……. You never know when you might emerge from a hairpin turn to be confronted with……

Crossing the sole access point across a river from one of the lodges after a night of heavy rain felt treacherous……

Even in the capital city of Maseru, an almost invisible drainage ditch can foil the most skilled driver…..

……making one thankful for well-prepared travel companions.

Why are we here? A common question posed by many of the locals we met, as they get very few outside visitors.

Would you believe that Lesotho actually includes an area that is reputed to have…… banded agates? Our entire crew helped Henry look for the elusive stones in river valleys as cows, donkeys and shepherd boys passed by……

Scooting down a steep hillside on her rear end, our heroine made the find of the day…..

A number of other decent specimens were found as well, but this won the prize!

Tertius was on a different quest entirely……. for a very special aloe plant that he had glimpsed before, but only just now found out was endemic to Lesotho!

He explained his interest to a resident who was observing the rock hunting…..

….. and our new friend invited us to his home nearby, as he just happened to have such a plant that he would be willing to sell!

A good time was had by all as we met and visited with his extended family….. here’s Henry showing photos from our travels on his iPad.

(Disbelief clear on the faces when Ty explains in Zulu that the penguins they are seeing are actually birds!)

Hilarity ensued when Tertius and Ty produced a six-pack of beer, which was immediately claimed for later distribution by the group’s head woman.

I had a grand chat with one of the ladies…..

Henry presented the chief of the clan with a Texas memento….

And Tertius got his special succulent…..

Clearly, the local Basotho people are charming and friendly.

Also of note is the special local breed of Basotho pony, a sturdy creature descended from the horses brought to this part of the continent by the Dutch in the 17th century. They are a very common mode of transportation, both off but mostly on the highway.

We stopped to try some grilled corn from a vendor, Henry imagining a delicious treat…..

…. and ending up a little disappointed, since it was a strain of what Henry calls ”feed corn”, and butter and spices were notably absent…

Since it is quite a cold climate at this altitude, people routinely wrap themselves in distinctive blankets in a variety of special patterns…. called Basotho blankets. We had to have some.

We visited several spots in a commercial center….

….. before finally finding the local source….

Purchases made, we proceeded to the border and back toward South Africa, all of us – Tertius, Ty, Henry and me – sad to be leaving so soon and hoping for another visit to this special place, with spectacular mountains and welcoming people.

The Lesotho greeting as we pass toward the border……

We hope we leave them with the same…….

Two more posts have been written and scheduled for publication in the next week or so. After that, we will be silent for a while as we will be traveling the back roads of northern Namibia. Not sure when we will again have sufficient internet coverage for an update, but please stay tuned.

If you normally correspond with one or both of us by email or text, we will have periodic access, but sporadically.

All the best!

Some random sights along the way…..

Pretty pictures.

An abandoned sea turtle nest, discovered while we were cleaning up a little plastic on the beach….

A rollicking trip in a safari vehicle…. at high speed while the guide tries to find some big game!

A random encounter on a walk in the Drakensberg Mountain Midlands with a horse farm manager, pet pig and a couple of dogs…..

One of the nicest pigs, ever! (The dogs were awfully nice too…..)

An inquisitive goose and a millipede….

A unique overnight stay in a massive converted barn…. this is the entry hall.

We chose to sleep in the larger banquet hall beyond, bypassing the bedrooms for 12 upstairs in favor of a ”Christmas bed” on the floor in front of the only feeble source of heat…..

As the unofficial ambassador from Texas, Henry presented pins from our home state to worthy individuals, like this helicopter pilot who longs for a visit to the Lone Star State…

…. and a young woman in a bar in Durban wearing a NASA patch that caught our eye. She, too, dreams of coming to Texas some day…..

My first shoeshine ever… while I was actually wearing my boots!

In times of shortage, you take what you can get… in this case, cannabis-infused toothpaste, which is legal in South Africa and the only brand available at the resort where we stayed.

A supporter of local entrepreneurs, Henry bought five of these “butter avocados” at a highway tollbooth….. each the size of both my fists bunched together! We ate a couple and gave the rest away.

Finally, Henry and Ty contemplate the possibilities of trying to drive two large, fully-loaded 4X4 vehicles over this washed-out roadway on our way to Durban…..

Prudence prevailed….. we took a detour and actually reached our destination unscathed!

More later…..

Rovos Rail operates several high-end train itineraries; we boarded in Pretoria, just north of Johannesburg, to travel west through South Africa, and then north through Namibia to Walvis Bay on the coast, a journey of ten days.

(The steam engine in the video was just for show at the station – the actual train was powered by diesel and electric power.)

The passenger compartments are very nicely done – each car was salvaged, reconditioned and decorated according to exacting standards of workmanship.

It’s not an historic relic, but rather the dream of a train enthusiast, Rohan Vos, who started the operation twenty-something years ago.

One of our favorite spots was the open observation car at the back of the train.

About 50 travelers were on the trip, here having an off-train sundowner.

Due to mechanical problems, some vandalism on the tracks and scheduling conflicts, travel was delayed or rerouted frequently….. but we nonetheless got to visit all the sights along the way, and ultimately arrived at our destination only a few hours late.

The first and most interesting stop was “The Big Hole” in Kimberley, South Africa, formerly an open-pit and underground diamond mine, the original source for the famed DeBeers Diamond company. It is supposed to be the biggest hole ever dug by hand, at about 700 feet deep and over 1,500 feet wide.

Henry found some beautiful specimens of Botswana banded agates at the associated rock shop…. and we acquired a few, of course.

Fish River Canyon in southern Namibia is the second biggest canyon in the world, after our own Grand Canyon……. Impressive as it is, it just isn’t quite as grand.

Sossusvlei features some of Namibia’s famous sand dunes, a part of the enormous Namib Desert.

Locusts and grasshoppers have been a major problem in southern Namibia lately, with some devastating results for farmers…… dead locusts littering the ground in some places; in other places, they are very much alive.

Included on the journey was an overnight stop and a couple of game drives at Etosha park, around a salt pan in northern Namibia. Here are some of our nature encounters….

Final night on board the train featured a staggering variety of cocktails, many of which we unwisely sampled.

Our fellow passengers were mostly South African, English or Scandinavian. We enjoyed meeting them and sharing travel stories. Only one other American was on the trip. (We think many of our compatriots remain quite cautious about travel.) Del is a bright, charming, funny and curious 93-year-old from California.

She was great fun to be with, and we hope our paths will cross again….. even though her youthful looks and energy make us look pretty creaky in comparison…..

So the rail network finally delivered us to Walvis Bay, where the land portion of our Namibian odyssey will begin!

Namibia is such a spectacular country, on so many levels. One of the attractions is that it is the second most sparsely-populated country in the world (after Greenland). That fact becomes apparent as you drive through the vast expanses of countryside.

This country is also a geologist’s dream. Many phases of its development over eons are apparent on the surface……

Lots of minerals and gems have been mined here… including many kinds of gemstones, diamonds, copper and amethyst, the purple form of quartz. Tertius has a friend who mines amethyst in the Goboboseb Mountains, who gave us a sampling of the mining process…..

Of course, some people can find special specimens without all of that hassle….. like buying from a street vendor in the coast town of Swakopmund…

Or picking some special pieces up on the beach…..

Finding a salt crystal offering on the side of the road….

Or even purchasing a gorgeous piece of the semi-precious stone called pietersite, almost exclusively found in a specific area of Namibia……

It’s also very dry here….. apparently not a very welcoming environment for life. And yet the welwitschia, the national plant of Namibia, is well-suited to the dry terrain. Not a particularly attractive part of the landscape….. Tertius explains here, however, that this plant may well be two thousand years old! Age triumphs over beauty!

And here are the male welwitschia parts, ready to start a new generation in the desert.

And still nature compensates in other amazing ways…..

Cape seals proliferate along the coast in small colonies and large….. as many as 10,000!

Sometimes people ”interfere” with the lack of water…. At this pandemic-abandoned lodge, birds were frustrated at not having access to the water in the plunge pool. Enterprising humans (Ty, Tertius and our guide, Jake) found a way to help them out….

After a generous rainy season earlier this year, the NamibRand reserve in the central part of the country was lush and colorful….. the bare round areas in the landscape are called fairy circles. No one knows for sure why they exist here….. theories of termite infestations or poisonous plants abound. But they remain a mystery.

Not dense with wildlife, the area includes some quite handsome residents — among others, the gemsbok, also known as oryx.

(Sorry for the long time between posts…. much has been happening but internet service has not permitted any posting. Tertius has also done some terrific drone videos…. but not available just yet. Hopefully we’ll get more opportunities to update soon, but if not, please bear with us!)

Dear friends and family –

I have several posts that are scheduled to be published over the next two weeks, so please stay tuned.

However, please know that beginning this evening (June 7), we will have virtually no phone or internet connectivity until possibly the first of July. If you have an emergency and you’re on Henry’s satellite Inreach distribution list, you can send us a note that way and we can respond.

Hope all is well with you all

More animal photos, some of them taken from this hide near a waterhole at Onguma reserve, near Etosha Park in Namibia…..

“Wild camping” in Namibia is less about actually sleeping outside than it is a grueling road rally with multiple vehicles – a combination of endurance test and obstacle course in 4-wheel drive campers through dry and not-so-dry river beds and over extreme rocky terrain. The roads were so rough that my spinal column easily collapsed another centimeter or two over the course of our three-week journey. As you will see, however, the breath-taking landscapes, adventure, camaraderie and cultural encounters more than made up for the bumps along the way.

Here is our combination conveyance and occasional home over the last month….

Tertius, Ty, Henry and I were joined by Tertius’ friends Yvonne and John, and Yvonne’s parents Carla and Arthur – 4 vehicles in all – for an incredible trip through Damaraland and Kaokoland in Namibia’s northwest region.

A key element to the success of this type of trip apparently is the process of extracting oneself from the hazards presented on the way. Crawling slowly over rocky outcrops, much as we did on the Sani Pass in Lesotho, was a challenge, but more so was the sandy wet soil of the Ugab, Hoanib and Hoarusib riverbeds……..

Tertius captured some great drone footage of our caravan brought to a halt while Arthur’s camper was stuck in the sand.

Many options for freeing the beast were put forward and attempted….

Finally….. and as we were told, inevitably – a workable solution was found…..

Sometimes, only human intervention can save the day…..

Such abuse over a continuous period is hard on the vehicle in question…… Here, Tertius, Ty and a local advisor ponder a possible transmission issue.

The spare fuel tank on our trusty steed was nearly dislodged after so much jostling. Here, Ty and Tertius strap it to the chassis with some spit and baling wire.

….. while Henry does some maintenance work on a battery that keeps failing.

Once the day’s maintenance and breakdowns are taken care of, you must find the perfect spot for the night…

And then….. the indispensable and most crucial phase of wild camping – laying out the drinks table and indulging in same!

Some people enjoy a smoke with their cocktail(s)….

Sooner or sometimes much later, food is consumed. Here, Tertius has prepared potjiekos, a traditional Afrikaaner dish…..

It’s basically a stew of meat with vegetables, prepared (without stirring) in a special pot over a wood fire (this one, obviously, chicken).

Sometimes, a local visitor (we called him Gideon) will join the group around the fire….

And sometimes hilarity ensues…..

More to come as technology permits!

Some more animal photos, a few taken from this lovely location above a waterhole near Etosha…..

(For those of you receiving email notifications of the post, please don’t forget to click on the blog title to take you to the on-line version so you can see the video clips…..)

On a road trip in northwest Namibia, one encounters people from several local ethnic groups….. the most prevalent of which are the Himba and Herero people.

The Himba are semi-nomadic livestock farmers in rural areas, usually living in small extended-family communities in tiny huts with mud and dung walls….

The most striking thing about the Himba is the traditional dress and style of the women….. it is hard to mistake them for any other ethnic group.

Adult women use a butterfat and ochre concoction to dress their hair in elaborate coiffures and to beautify and protect their skin, giving it a striking reddish hue. The regimen can take an hour or two a day.

The women are the most active in commerce, selling beaded jewelry and trinkets, while young children tend the goats and cattle.

Little girls also have a distinctive hairstyle….

The men….. well, they don’t seem to be terribly busy or festively attired – but we did encounter this gentleman who had sculpted some wooden figures that he had casually put up for sale at the side of the road.

I love this oryx piece…… for its simple but expressive shape. The markings are not paint, but burned onto the surface of the wood. Brilliantly engineered, its horns are removable so they don’t get broken when packed for travel.

The Herero people share a distant past with the Himba; however, they are more settled pastoralists, keeping livestock and growing maize (corn). The women are also gorgeously attired, but in a very different fashion.

The long skirts and covered tops were borrowed from the German missionaries who settled in this area in the late 19th/early 20th century. The Herero have made the style truly their own by sporting this otherwise dreary attire in vivid colors.

The headdress mimics the horns of the cattle that are the fundamental unit of the Herero economy.

Herero men seem to mostly sit under shade trees and smoke, women and children being the most active workers in the community. Even in death, a woman’s memory is treasured for her milking prowess.

The sad reality here – as in several other African nations – is the pervasive poverty. Numerous children, lack of clean water, limited food supplies and distant healthcare… all these conditions of scarcity mean that people from ethnic groups (whose culture might otherwise dictate a remote existence) often resort to insistent begging from strangers. A short stop by the side of the road can bring folks running to ask for food, money and sometimes medicine.

One camping spot was close to a Herero village.

Tertius deferred the rush of interest in our presence by promising to take care of the locals the next morning; by sunrise 20 children between the ages of about 6 to 14 descended upon our campsite. They were curious about us and very cute, but also cold and underfed.

One boy had an infected dog bite….. Henry and Ty cleaned and treated the wound, and we provided his mother with clean dressings and a series of antibiotic pills.

We also packed up some groceries for them to take back to the village.

While walking across a parking lot during a refueling stop in a small town, I was pursued by more than 30 people asking for money and food. When I indicated that I had no money, one woman even insisted that I could get some from the nearby ATM. The only thought I had was that there was no way to do enough for these folks. Handing out some granola bars or some cash would only bring more and more people asking for more and more. The feeling of futility and uselessness was overwhelming.

In the short term, Henry has the best policy – from those who have shown the initiative to make and sell something, buy a piece from everybody and pay the price they ask. These ladies sold him a lot of bracelets, and were very happy to have met him…..

The other approach – which we hope and have faith will help in the long term – is for us to visit these countries and spend our dollars…. and to invest in charities that are dedicated to women’s health and economic opportunity, and also those that cultivate the natural assets these countries have and encourage local communities to be good stewards over and beneficiaries of those assets. It may only amount to a drop in the ocean, but we have to do something…..

Other uplifting images… some thanks to Tertius, who captured a few of the striking photos above as well…….

One Sunday morning, we came upon a happy group giving vocal praise…. especially enjoyed the young one in yellow who apparently had had enough….

And finally, it’s always nice to meet a like-minded fellow traveler. We met Reiner in the parking lot of the hotel in Swakopmund early on our roadtrip….. and kept bumping into him periodically over the next few weeks, including at the side of the road where we stopped to watch some cows drinking at a borehole…..

Reiner is Swiss…. traveling in a rig similar to our own on a very similar route. We would enjoy meeting him again.

Sorry for the long break between blog posts….. will hope to catch up a bit in the next week or two. Hope you are all well and happy.