Michiel
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- Bloemfontein, Vrystaat
- Bike
- Kawasaki KLR 650
Waking up to the sight of Katse Dam I felt an excitement for today we will travel a section of road
I've been curious about for the last 12 months. Sleeping in the Katse Lodge dormitory we were
probably cheating a bit as this doesn't really make for adventure but after yesterday's excitement
we all needed a good rest and some proper cooked food. Speaking of food, in anticipation of having
to ride a long way today we decided to leave Katse at the crack of dawn and rather have breakfast
somewhere en route. (Breakfast will consist of whatever we've been carrying in our luggage.)
During my previous visit to Lesotho John and I traveled on a road that was basically a shortcut between
Mokhotlong and Katse Dam. It took us past a Missionary which was about half way between the main
road (that goes to Mokhotlong) and Katse.
Just after the Missionary (going in the direction of Katse) the road splits in two and here we got confused.
John's GPS didn't indicate a road at all but the little arrow that pointed towards Katse said we had to take
the left fork. The map I had and my interpretation of it said we had to go right. At the time we were running
seriously late and John was in a bad way. He blundered down in the direction he's GPS pointed and used up
time having to turn back while I halted after some local kids told me it wasn't the right way. Long story short
we ended up taking the other way, which turned up to be the right way for what we had planned.
Once back in Cape Town I consulted with Google Earth and discovered that John's GPS road does actually
go to Katse all be it a bit longer and by the look of it slightly more "adventurous". The plan is then to take
this road but this time only in the opposite direction as for today we are heading towards Mokhotlong and
on down Sani Pass to stay at my Aunt's in Pietermaritzburg.
The view right from the Katse Lodge.
The usual picture taking commenced at the dam wall.
To get to the turn-off of the road we need to take we had to backtrack towards Thaba-Tseka for about 30km, I think.
Along this road we rushed yesterday there turned out to be a couple of picture taking opportunities.
Since first discovering Lesotho I've been all to aware of the, call it nuisance, of children begging. Everywhere
one goes, well, actually not everywhere because this habit only seem to occur along the bigger more travelled
routes. I've heard people comment and expressing their dismay for this sort of behavior can become a bit
intimidating/irretating if you are on an extended stay in the Mountain Kingdom. This is the part where the
French Missionaries come in... Apparently they used to hand out sugary treats in order to lure the Basotho
into their God's house. Now the children see every passing white man as a possible opportunity to get some
sweet reward.
Some who know Lesotho a bit better than the rest of us reckon it's because of people handing out sweets
that the children throw stones at passers by. If you won't take note or stop they might just as well throw a
stone to vent frustration or something of the like. It was my idea then to try and make a closer photographic
study of this begging phenomenon. In my pictures maybe one could read deeper into the matter. I got some
images that, today, make me want to weep. I'm having difficulty in putting to words exactly why. I suppose
I am experiencing some real empathy for these children as it is my modern world that has brought them a
longing for things that they really don't need.
I do need to strongly say that once you give these kids a chance they really open up to you and it becomes
a joy to be around them. At first most travelers might try to avoid them crowding around but when you conquer
your preconceived notions a whole world opens up.
I've been curious about for the last 12 months. Sleeping in the Katse Lodge dormitory we were
probably cheating a bit as this doesn't really make for adventure but after yesterday's excitement
we all needed a good rest and some proper cooked food. Speaking of food, in anticipation of having
to ride a long way today we decided to leave Katse at the crack of dawn and rather have breakfast
somewhere en route. (Breakfast will consist of whatever we've been carrying in our luggage.)
During my previous visit to Lesotho John and I traveled on a road that was basically a shortcut between
Mokhotlong and Katse Dam. It took us past a Missionary which was about half way between the main
road (that goes to Mokhotlong) and Katse.
Just after the Missionary (going in the direction of Katse) the road splits in two and here we got confused.
John's GPS didn't indicate a road at all but the little arrow that pointed towards Katse said we had to take
the left fork. The map I had and my interpretation of it said we had to go right. At the time we were running
seriously late and John was in a bad way. He blundered down in the direction he's GPS pointed and used up
time having to turn back while I halted after some local kids told me it wasn't the right way. Long story short
we ended up taking the other way, which turned up to be the right way for what we had planned.
Once back in Cape Town I consulted with Google Earth and discovered that John's GPS road does actually
go to Katse all be it a bit longer and by the look of it slightly more "adventurous". The plan is then to take
this road but this time only in the opposite direction as for today we are heading towards Mokhotlong and
on down Sani Pass to stay at my Aunt's in Pietermaritzburg.
The view right from the Katse Lodge.
The usual picture taking commenced at the dam wall.
To get to the turn-off of the road we need to take we had to backtrack towards Thaba-Tseka for about 30km, I think.
Along this road we rushed yesterday there turned out to be a couple of picture taking opportunities.
Since first discovering Lesotho I've been all to aware of the, call it nuisance, of children begging. Everywhere
one goes, well, actually not everywhere because this habit only seem to occur along the bigger more travelled
routes. I've heard people comment and expressing their dismay for this sort of behavior can become a bit
intimidating/irretating if you are on an extended stay in the Mountain Kingdom. This is the part where the
French Missionaries come in... Apparently they used to hand out sugary treats in order to lure the Basotho
into their God's house. Now the children see every passing white man as a possible opportunity to get some
sweet reward.
Some who know Lesotho a bit better than the rest of us reckon it's because of people handing out sweets
that the children throw stones at passers by. If you won't take note or stop they might just as well throw a
stone to vent frustration or something of the like. It was my idea then to try and make a closer photographic
study of this begging phenomenon. In my pictures maybe one could read deeper into the matter. I got some
images that, today, make me want to weep. I'm having difficulty in putting to words exactly why. I suppose
I am experiencing some real empathy for these children as it is my modern world that has brought them a
longing for things that they really don't need.
I do need to strongly say that once you give these kids a chance they really open up to you and it becomes
a joy to be around them. At first most travelers might try to avoid them crowding around but when you conquer
your preconceived notions a whole world opens up.