Lesotho Highland

We finished our trek and returned to Sani Lodge. After one night of deep, deep sleep we hitch-hiked up the Sani Pass to Lesotho. First we got a ride from the South African police to the border control and then we got the owner of the Sani Lodge to take us up to Lesotho. Finally we arrived at the Sani Stone Lodge in Lesotho. We went for a little hike around the lodge. The next day we met a guide from the tiny mountain village of Manimani who came with his two horses plus one of his neighbor's to take us over endless canyons to his home. We rode a grueling 6 hours to get to a place so rural the closest road is 3 hours by horse. We met the chief, drank the local brew, and saw a merino goat get a hair cut. The next day, to the great pain of our bums, we made the trip back. I have to say thanks to my friend Matt at Sani Lodge for all the great ideas and support.

Waiting on the South African border for a ride.

Making a big breakfast before a long ride.

In full Basotho style: rubber boots, wool blanket, and balaclava.

Finally arriving in town.

The local shop.

A very ballsy ram.

Get a job, you hippie.

Trying the local brew.

When we arrived back in ZA we were sitting having a well-earned beer when Ruud, a Dutch guy, his wife, and very young daughter came in from the dark. Ruud was the very first traveler we met in all our time in Africa. We shared a taxi with him from the airport in Gondar, Ethiopia to the city. Him popping up in South Africa 10 months later with a daughter after getting a bit lost in the mountains was quite the life confirming surprise.