I Like Lesotho…
but in my one week here I have discovered it is no Kenya. I am struggling to download all my Kenya thoughts for you, as though I’d rather just hold them close to me selfishly. It’s so weird.
I never expected any of this Kenya hunger. Lesotho is a vibrant country and beautiful in its own way. But in Kenya I stayed awake for every car ride, I didn’t read, I didn’t waste any moment but just let my eyes soak in everything, everything. My eyes drank their fill-coffee fields, craggy mountains, plains, drought-ridden waterways, all of it.
Lesotho is mountain after mountain and rock after rock-the color scheme is the same even though the shapes are always unique. When I first wrote this sentence I said “Lesotho is just mountain after mountain” but that’s not true, there really is much more but it doesn’t speak to me the way Kenya does. I force my eyes to keep watching.
And yet, I have only touched four countries in this entire continent, I don’t even know what else I’m missing. Or not missing but just not gaining yet.
I am more than ready to go back to Kenya or back to Joburg as second best and my actuality. I have adored these 2.5+ weeks of travel but I need just a while of home-sense: driving myself around town again, cooking my own meals, having a guarantee of toilet paper in every restroom, etc.
I am sorry to be melancholic or something like it. I have found or lost myself in these travels. I have questioned and prayed and pondered and planned these past few weeks. Maybe it is the language barriers or your absence/distance. If you had been here, it would be different, I know–any one of you.
And in time I will get over my selfish clinging and hording of stories and photos and deep thoughts, hopefully a few days…or less.