Moments.

HVV Vist

Two weeks ago, we all went to different parts of Lesotho to visit current volunteers and get a sense of what it's like to actually be a Peace Corps volunteer, from the living situation to the teaching to the integrating into the community to the long-ass taxi rides. I visited Laura in Motete and it was so nice to see her hut and eat some amazing food (yes you can eat well) and see her teach. To hear about how scared she was when she first got there and to see her now, about to leave after two years, happy and speaking Sesotho and integrated into her community like a pro. (She just COS'ed).

View from her house, before our hike. 

Ntate Moramong, you are the most dope. 

In front of the beautiful mural she painted for her school. 

Pitso!
Last week we had our Pitso, or community gathering, in order to officially introduce ourselves, in Sesotho, to the chief and community members. And after a lot of waiting, per usual, and our mini speeches (Hello, how are you, I live with the Ntlaba family etc), we danced and sang. There is a big singing culture here.

Ha Ramonyaloe! 

With our beautiful m'e's. 

Best m'e. 

The "traditional village" that we didn't tour because of rain. But that's how all rondavels used to look.

Baithaopi (volunteers).

Ausi Lalleli. 

King Moshoeshoe I house

That horribly beautiful plant from Jumanji also lives in Lesotho. 

The mountain that the traditional hat is modeled after.

Wild horses came out of nowhere. Incredible. 

Ha Ramenyaloe Bo'me singing and dancing.

Thaba Bosiu 

A few weeks ago we hiked up Thaba Bosiu, and it was the closest I've come here to a spiritual experience. This is the place where the first king of Lesotho, King Moshoeshoe lived. It's also the place where the Basotho nation was formed. Its so humbling living in such an ancient place, where some of the first people to walk the earth lived (the San).  Anyway, I'll just let the pictures speak for themselves. 

Pictures got out of order and I don't have the patience to fix it OH WELL. Khotso.