The place is very green. There are hills, some look like mountains, very few people and it is drizzling. At first I was a bit confused as to where exactly we had ended up after crossing the border into Swaziland from South Africa. It looked like the Lake or Peak District back home and this view was reinforced over the next few days as we did plenty of walking in between sheltering indoors to avoid the rain and to keep warm. Because it was Christmas we had expected many more people, yet Swaziland felt fairly sparsely populated and as we discovered later on all the South African’s had moved en-mass to the coast of Mozambique. For a whole variety of connotations one pre-Christmas walk involved climbing a mountain called Sheba’s Breast and it did not fail to deliver some wonderful scenery.
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