Not far down the main road from here was Peka, where Christine worked from. We stopped off at her convent/orphanage and Christine dropped off her mystery parcel. She had a modest but clean, well maintained and functional house, set amongst the dormitories of the on site boarding school. Out the back there was a set of farm buildings with a stunning view through a wooded garden to the valley beyond. We were introduced to her swine; she looked after pigs. The sows were all snoozing in the sties, but the piglets were free range, a hoard of them snouting around in the weeds, chuckling and snorting at each other, and once in a while having a little disagreement that caused excess squealing.
Looking out from the farm I saw the striped fields stretching off in the distance and the looming high mountains in the distance. I surmised this might be the last chance I get to see more of Lesotho’s countryside. It was still only mid afternoon, and when we got back in the car, I took a look at the road map I had bought, and suggested we took a back road that went closer to those mountains. Both Christine and Becky loved the idea, without their own vehicles they often didn’t get off the regular routes. So we drove further down to the next town, Teyateyaneng and turned left. A few kilometres further we turned onto a wide well maintained dirt road towards Koali. The scenery was little different from the main road for a time. There was the mix of villages and roadside stalls, the stripy fields covering every bit of flat and gently rolling land, cut through by the sporadic steep escarpment or river.