This is what the top of the mountain looks like. It was a misty, rainy day in Marakele, and the clouds only just began to clear after I arrived.
Did I find what I was looking for? I’m not sure yet – I suspect I need to do some processing, and writing as I am now, hunched over my laptop in a parking lot in Thabazimbi, is not conducive to mellifluous prose. But one thing is clear: that this was as much about the journey there and back as the destination itself.
This is the journey there, in the rain, on a very narrow and dangerous road:
And this is the view from the journey back, as the sun started to appear:
One thing I do know: I should have spent today working. I am glad I decided to drive to the top of a mountain instead.
“The traveler sees what he sees. The tourist sees what he has come to see.” I think you were the former today?