African shoestrings – Lesotho Day Ten

That night the local Basotho children’s choir performed for us. It was quite stirring stuff. They sung songs of peace and hopefulness with a great deal of emphasis on finding a solution for the poverty and a drug problem that was, surprisingly, becoming more prevalent amongst their youth.
They were followed by the local band that played on what can only be described as DIY instruments. David our guide from the morning walk played the drums, an inner tyre tube stretched over a small metal drum with pieces of metal strung together acting as symbols.
The music itself was just OK but watching these guys make any sort of rhythm from this collection of tip rubbish was amazing.

Amongst the other spectators, supposedly sharing this experience were a group of ‘overlanders’.
For the uninitiated overlanders is a nickname for tourists generally in the 20 to 30 year old age group who travel in a large truck with usually around 20 others, a driver and leader, camping and other equipment of various uses and food. These groups usually travel great distances and their trips can take from three weeks to several months depending on the itinerary. Some for instance will travel from London to Cape Town!
Now we’ve seen these groups before and were in fact tempted to join one before arriving and probably for a lot of single people it’s a good way to travel. What had made us go cold on the idea was a description of trip that someone (I forget who) gave us.
Apparently a lot of people tend to travel this way to either get pissed or to get laid or both.
Now maybe some of you reading this are saying what’s wrong with that? Well, that’s fine if you don’t interfere with anyone else who doesn’t share the same sort of cultural enlightenment.
In this particular situation there were two or three who actually didn’t care much about anyone else in the audience. They strutted around the place with their puny fat torsos exposed for us all to admire (sadly they were all male), bottle in hand, making a fair bit of noise and not the least bit interested in the entertainment!
The quality of tourists is just not what it used to be.

Basotho children's choir in Malealea, Lesotho singing for guests.

Basotho children’s choir in Malealea, Lesotho singing for guests.

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