African highlands, Lesotho and the adjacent South African Drakensberg (Dragon Mountains), fall like soft folds of green felt and stretch beyond the horizon. This fairytale landscape is very different from the Africa I’ve been seeing so far. Iridescent green sunbirds with bright red bibs drink from equally bright red flowers in strange-looking trees. Every puddle has a frog in it, and if I didn’t already have a prince, I’d kiss every single one of them.
Grasshoppers and cranes are dressed for a ball. I don’t know, maybe at midnight they become boring brown and gray again, but right now their vibrant Victorian collars and crowns match their tuxedos, bowties, and pantyhose breeches.
The steep, slippery road to Lesotho was cold, windy, and foggy. It was like driving an obstacle course in molasses. Plus the windshield wipers gave up working. On the bright side though, every mountain flower and bush was covered in dew drops and looked bejeweled. Beyond the pass, the sun was shining. People dressed in blankets and Zapatista hats welcomingly waved as I took pictures of them and their cattle.
In open valleys between rocky peaks the sun was scorching. But on summits the freezing wind threatened to blow me away. I didn’t climb too high – just a bit over 3,300 meters. Well, the highest peak of Southern Africa is only 3,482 m high, so I couldn’t go much higher anyway.
Location: Drakensberg, South Africa