Lesotho: Why we came.

I came to Lesotho to sight fish to browns. It was that simple. And although the fishing had already taken an almost secondary position to the magnitude of the experience of just being here, I was still fighting down that little gremlin of frustration that was building up deep down. So it was decided that [...]

Lesotho: Back down

Waking up on the escarpment is not something that is easily explained. The sun rises below you in the mists of the distant hills of Natal. The Ngeli lie far to south, barely discernable only after the sun gets higher. The light filters slowly up to you as it melts the grey mists to golden. [...]

Lesotho: To The Escarpment

So the destination today was the escarpment. We were up early and packed light. Ryan was told were leaving in 30min, we left in an hour. He was getting better :) The day promised to be hot; the sky spread blue to the distant horizons and the mountain's seemed alive. We're going there... somewhere... [...]

Lesotho: Heading Up

After the day of lessons, it was decided that it was time to head off the beaten track. While Ryan and I had be learning our lessons the day before, Rex had headed up to meet the chief of the village. Apart from paying the necessary respects, he took the opportunity to find out about [...]

Lesotho: Arrival

Thanks to the Neon Charity Party the night before, I left Cape Town on Saturday with a hangover. Luckily it wasn't long before I picked up Ryan Weaver, abandoned with backpack beside one of the Cape's finest dry fly streams, the Smalblaar. The river was looking is great shade and a few fly fishers, dresse [...]