Our second stop is Tsodilo Hills, the holy place where everything living is created. Including the scorpion that stings Maud when she is struggling with wettish firewood to keep the cooking fire going in the rain.
When we were here ten years ago it took about five hours to reach the hills via a deep-sand dirt road. Now it’s only thirty minutes to Tsodilo village, and then a few slow k’s through mud or sand to the hills.
The main tourist- and archaeologist-attraction are the over 3500 San rock-paintings from 800 till 1300 AC, scattered over the four hills this world heritage site contains. Our guide takes us around the Male and the Female hill, telling many stories connected to the paintings. He is the same man Bram met eleven years ago. Together with his sister-in-law and her baby-boy (pictured on one of Bram’s postcards) he waited the whole day until Bram’s then tourists Joost & Christa returned from the hills, hoping to sell them some San-crafts.
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