November 23: Another wonderful, sunny day in Africa. After an incredibly productive pre-lunch session with lots of big and beautiful yellows on the dry fly, Martin and David invited us up to the village to hang out and experience some more local music. The village lies a bit upstream from upstream from the camp, and Riley insisted on driving us there in a Landcruiser. I can totally see why the villagers prefer horses - when you’re traveling along the Bokong river, they’re faster and a lot safer than cars. Pretty gnarly stuff. We felt deeply honored that the villagers were willing to to share some of their culture with us. A strong spiritual experience that I’ll never forget. Really special. In the afternoon, we had a swim in the river and fished our way back to the camp. We caught several gorgeous yellows on the dry fly.
November 24: Slow morning. The thunder storms kept coming all through the night, and they brought some heavy rain with them. The river got colder and slightly colored, and the fishing became a lot trickier.
In the afternoon, we arranged a game of skate between Rolf and Brendan. Sweden vs South Africa. The first ever skateboard competition in the tribal areas of Lesotho? Probably. The whole camp were there to watch, and the guys really went for it. Sweden prevailed. After the skateboarding, we had a barbecue and a little bit of a party. Nothing outrageous, just a good time and brotherhood with new friends.