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The Last of Lesotho

Day 20 The Last Of Lesotho

          We experienced the local atmosphere during this morning's hike. We didn't so much soak it up, as it soaked us. Yep, we stumbled along in the dense, damp fog. We revisited Maletsunyane Falls with daytime eyes. Sure, we'd been offered a jeep ride, but it feels great to stretch the legs and attempt to hop over the rough ground instead of jostling over it. Sigh, the boulders, stones, pebbles, rocks are everywhere. The locals must have sturdy ankles.

          There's nothing like the roar and mist of a waterfall. Power emanates here. It's the stuff of folklore and mystery. The mountains appear to be a fuzzy green.

         Not for the first time today we nod and smile in greeting as we encounter herders ambling along with their sheep or cattle. I'm not a hat person despite residing where snow blankets the ground for half the year. The locals are often out and about with knitted caps covering their ears. To each their own.Now I prefer to swath myself in some sort of jacket and not a distinctive, gorgeous blanket worn as a shawl or poncho. I like the idea of its versatility and having my arms free.

         The ominous looking snakes at Snake Park cause me to shudder in revulsion. Yuck! Despite reassurances that it was harmless, I did not wish to touch the Commom Brown Water Snake. Perhaps it's the unblinking stare and its propensity to slither, but it did not appeal to me. I suppose snakes love this area.The rock formations create plenty of nooks and crannies. (Internet and tablet issues. Grr! This is it, a short post. I also had problems accessing sites for research today. This last bit is created with my cell phone.)