The aim of the drive I've been describing was to get to the sacred Lesotho mountain. It became a symbol of their military prowess when the king, in the early 1800's made it his stronghold and it gained a reputation as being impregnable. When I arrived at the info centre it was quite warm and I didn't fancy the climb. I asked about rock painting and was told by a guide that the local site had poor pictures but there was a better one about 50km away. The picture below is not in fact the mountain but a very similar one and its a much better picture.
My research that evening on the new site, Ha Baroana, mentioned it had suffered water damage and vandalism. There was also a 14km of off road to negotiate, off the tarmac. I wondered if it was worth it, as I'm no fan of gravel. Anyway I headed off the next morning to see and immediatly came across a crowd right across the road. This hadn't happened to me since the topless Himba women tried to stop Simon and I in Angola. This crowd were fully clothed and peaceful and a simple invocation of my Moses powers, the crowd parted and I rode through.
The first photo shows what I feared the road would be, but this in fact a footpath and the next photo shows more what it was like. This is my kind of off-road a solid base, no deep gravel or sand. There were some more difficult bits, and I did get lost but this kind lady put me right and I arrived at the rock picture centre, to find it closed. Oh good! As I searched around for a way in, a guy arrived and produced a set of keys and opened up.
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