Sleeping in the mountains I experienced an absolute quiet, like the world around me had stopped moving. Drastically, though this moment was broken by a massive storm which ripped through the valley in the middle of the night. I awoke to the noise and nervously thought about the wind thrashing the airplane sitting on the edge of the cliff, but slipped back into a dream before I gathered the resolve to face the wet chaos. I woke the next morning to a sea of fog thicker than I have seen in Lesotho.
I immediately dressed and walked down to the airplane, but could not find the path and soaked my shoes again from the dewy grass, trying to feel my way to the runway. I knew I was close to the plane, but my mind was playing tricks on me thinking that the wind must have thrown it down the gorge. Only when I stood 25 feet away did the aircraft shaped void appear through the fog and I laughed at myself for the cruel trick.
Slowly throughout the morning the sun and blue sky reintroduced themselves. We enjoyed some time reading scriptures and drinking coffee as we prepared for our church service. Ntate Boomo set up his sounds system and Ntate Lepeli began inviting people to church with some Sesotho songs. Every Basotho knows the Sesotho hymns, chiming in with unique harmonies and rhythms. Without any instrumentation they continue to blow me away with the beauty of their music.