October 10th saw me sitting on a couch staring at the Lesotho mountains with a one-eyed cat, waiting for my Lesotho tour to start. The day before my friend, Francois, fetched me and brought me all the way here. Just for shits and giggles we decided to go upto into Lesotho, get our passport stamped and come back. Now some might think this is an easy task, but let me warn you that the Sani Pass is hectic and nicknamed the South African massage. You need a 4-wheel drive and even then you risk the chance of getting stuck. Near the top you reach a section consisting of about 22 switch back corners. They have names like “suicide bend”, “whiskey corner”, “backwards bend” (so named because many cars have to do a 3pt turn to get around) and “ice corner” (this particular one is very trechorous in winter because the 3 little waterfalls flow over the road and freeze). When we reached the top we were almost blown away the wind was soooo strong. We made it back to the South African border with 10min to spare.
Sani - Lodge Backpackers is awesome. I give it a 9/10 rating. The setting is spectacular, the people friendly and the feel cozy and warm.
October 12th. Am back from my 2 day jaunt in Lesotho. Can’t begin to explain how good it was. We had lunch by a river and went swimming, in freezing cold water. Stayed with a local family, no electricity, running water or flushing toilets….. could have lived there for a year. The food was amazing and suprisingly tasty for having been cooked over a fire. I could barely finish it at every meal. My group consisted of Eelco and Annette, a couple from Holland, and 2 older couples from Ireland. Eelco, Annette and I bonded very quickly and they have invited me to come visit them in Holland. Our guide, Steve, was classic. A young chap from the area and with a wicked sense of humor. Ndade Thabiso was out host and an amazing gentleman to talk to. A former teacher, he has big plans to improve his country thru tourism. He took us to meet the chief of the area (his uncle) and even got to meet his parents. Some of the ladies danced for us, I loved it and clapped the whole time. At the end they encouraged me to dance, always willing and able (but in need of encouragement), I got up and danced. They were really amused when I also tried to sing and gave me big smiles and hugs at the end. Lesotho is the home of the Basotho people, and the language is called Sotho. It is a very poor country but the people are some of the friendliest I have ever met and always ready to give you a big smile. It is also the country with the highest low point…. give you a minute to figure that out. Yup you guessed it, Lesotho’s lowest point is still higher than any other countrys’.
Around the fire we watched the herd boys sing and dance and drank Maluti beer, the lesotho lager, not bad. About the only bummer that entire evening was the fact that a storm at around 10.30pm forced us to go to bed. Within about 20min the 2 irish getlemen starting snoring with the occasional in put from Steve. I finally gave up on sleep around 6am. After coffee, Steve and I headed down to the river for a morning bath….. or rather ice bath. The water was sooooo cold that it made your whole body numb within a few minutes, but then it become almost pleasant because you couldn’t feel anything. Before breakfast we headed into the opposite village to meet some of the locals. When the 2 irishmen (farmers) got sidetracked by the horse and plow the locals were using, Ndade stated very appropriately that “time was oppressing us”……
The visit to the school was great fun, but the quality of teaching and learning is very poor and I would love to go and teach. I joked with Ndade that if he built me a little hut I would return and teach. The kids would copy a word and draw a picture but were unable to tell you what they had just written. Then Eelco, Annette and I went horseriding while the others stayed at the school. The ride was fabulous and very relaxing, but all to soon we had to hurry back for a quick lunch and get back on the road to return before the border closed. However, there is always time for a drink, and at the Lesotho border we stopped at the Sani Pass pub, the highest pub in Southern Africa.