Going on about Spectacularity

O.k. The rain can stop now. At least it is warmer than Vancouver.

There was some serious threat of sun today. Blue sky poked through occasionally, and I put on my sunglasses. It wasn't until noon that the torrent began. We were just pulling out of the wild, ramshakle central business district of Maseru, along the crowded and chaotic Kingsway. Kind of like Kingsway around Joyce or Nanaimo, only safer. With more poultry about.

1:00pm on the 16th of December. We are in a museum in Morija (dinosaur bones! Dinosaur trackways!), and as I go to fill out the register, I have made it a habit to look if any Canadians have passed this way recently. Usually it is pretty thin pickings, with only one or two Canuck entries in the last few months, if any. This time, however, we missed the last Canadians by about 10 minutes. They were even from Vancouver. Actually, I have a strong suspicion this is the Chris Blay I went to University with. According to the museum curator, he is adopting a Basotho child. Amazing what you can learn at a museum.

After this we drove across the "Gates of Paradise" pass, around 7000ft, but a narrow gap that separates two broad valleys, both rich with farms and surrounded by spectacular mountains. Ugh. I know. The superlatives are starting to get to me too, folks.

As of the evening of the 16th: the clouds have parted. The sky is blue.

Note several things about this Café. The setting is spectacular (there is that word again). The rocks on the roof are holding the corrugated steel down. The tire on the roof is ubiquitous for steel-roofed shacks in Lesotho. The idea is that it protects the occupants from lightning. Tsili explained it had something to do with the steel belts making the electricity go around in circles.