So yesterday morning Alex, Tamar, and I decided to climb up Khale hill, which is the highest point in Gaborone. Except that the cab driver did not know where to go. He first dropped us off at the rock quarry on the other side of the hill. When we told him this was obviously not right (no hiking spot would be located right next to a blast zone) he talked to the guy and took us around to a very sketchy set of steps, with no one else around, that lead to what was sort of but not really a path. We decided to climb it anyway and it was a half made path (though marked in places!) that was absolutely grueling. Though what we climbed was not Khale hill, but rather the hill next to it, it was still a blast. I had many possible near-death experiences climbing on large cliffs/boulders since there were no park rangers to tell me no. We got a great view of Gaborone and could see just how widespread the urbanization has become. My legs are quite scratched up now but it was great. Another time we'll climb the legit Khale hill and hopefully in better weather so I'll have better pictures. Days in Gaborone are usually in the 60s/70s and always sunny with bright blue skies, since its winter and the dry season. But this weekend for some reason its been cold/overcast/ and even rainy. Yuck. Oh well, more adventures to come. :)
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