Pony trekking is considered the ‘in’ thing to do in Lesotho and we are doing it. Just the two of us and our guide, Zechariah. We spent six hours on horse back with spectacular scenery, wonderful people, and tons of little kids. This is the Africa we came to see. One image stays etched on my brain. We passed a woman singing and as we continued on, her song became softer finally drowned out by the sound of the river. I couldn’t get a photo from horseback but it will remain a wonderful memory.
Tonight we are sleeping on the mud floor of a rondaval in a remote village. There is no electricity or plumbing but the people are friendly and seem happy. Tanya, from Toronto, hiked in to join us. She’s a human rights volunteer, 21, tiny and farther left than Lenin. The night is quiet except for the sound of cow’s bells and dark except for the pinpoints of cooking fires across the valley and the incredible stars. I let Zechariah look at them through the binoculars and he was astounded. Who would have thought we would be in a place like this? It looks a lot like some areas of Colorado but the houses are much different from those in Aspen. People who have been there say it reminds them of Nepal. Either way it’s a new experience for us. 