RI7ER JOURNAL POSTS

Give me sweeeeets ...... getting used to hearing this from just about every kid along the road. Don´t know when this originated in Lesotho. Teachers, missionaries, colonialists or ignorant tourists. It definitely puts a little dent in the beauty of this country.

anyways,  coffee at the creek..washed the dishes.

saw the first fair-skinned folk in a while. A group of 4 tourists having a beer or a cup of tea next to the river, we exchanged greetings as we floated by, there was even an offer of a cold 1. The section of river was fun.

0.55 on the gauge on the weir, Ine allowed a few of the kids a spin in her kayak. Our boats were carried in ceremony by kids all trying to help carry.

A run down the weir was a highlight for the locals. the low water allowed the kids to scramble across the wall for an advantageous view of our descent. Down the chute we went to a cheer, hoots and hollers.

We waited at take-out for about an hour before a teacher from Maseru picked up Ine and dropped her at the weir where the van was being guarded by the ferry-man.

After all the excitement of the river session, we took a wrong turn somewhere and ended at Ramselitso Gate on the border at 2339m.

Started getting stormy with pink lightning streaks and we decided to move us and the van a little down from the top of the mountain.

Rob