There are some places you visit, take a few photos, and leave behind. And then there are places that visit you — they move into your soul, rearrange your fears, and leave you forever changed.
For me, that place is Lesotho.
I had travelled to over twenty countries across four continents before I set foot in the “Kingdom in the Sky.” I thought I had seen beauty. I thought I had known wonder. But nothing prepared me for the way Lesotho would hold me captive — in its mountains, in its silences, in its blankets of colour and snow.
Lesotho didn’t just show me landscapes. It taught me lessons.
It taught me to ride a horse in the mountains, fear trembling in my chest until courage took its place.
It taught me to ski on snow I never imagined could exist in Africa, to fall and rise again, laughing at my own stumbles.
It taught me that love doesn’t always come from people — sometimes it comes from places that see you, stretch you, and heal you.
Every road I took bent into something breathtaking. Every corner of the mountains made me whisper, “Wow.” And in those whispers, I realized I wasn’t just traveling — I was falling in love.
This series, Love Letters to Lesotho, is my attempt to capture that love. To write it down before the feeling slips into memory. To share how a tiny mountain kingdom wrapped itself around my heart and refused to let go.
These are not travel guides. They are confessions.
They are letters to a land that gave me more than adventure. They are letters to a home I didn’t know I had been searching for all along.
Lesotho, this is my love letter to you.
Forever yours,
A Traveler Who Fell in Love
— Suitcases & Butterflies