Warm weather prevailed at the bottom with sun shining brightly in Underberg the nearest town. We had pre-arranged to go up the pass with a tour group in a 4×4.
With Passport in hand and ready to roll bright and early, here is the adventure as it unfolds. A look up into the mountain face from the South African Border Post (photo above).
After the border there is only 1 ‘pit stop’ to take a break, stretch your legs and catch our breath, some photo’s of the view and flora. It was our lucky day since we had relatively good views and weather.
A spectacular view all the way down into KwaZulu-Natal.
With flowers and small bushes in flower this trip was in the Spring, after good rains, plenty of running water off the cliffs.
On top we visited a local tribal village, entertained with a cup of tea on top of the world in Lesotho. It was freezing up there and no wonder they get snow so often. Photo shows a glimpse of the flat landscape, with village further back.
Rural local folk on the top save every scrap of wood brought up to build their homesteads, the wood is used for roofing to hold the thatch and re-used again and again, it is a scarcity up here.
Still smiling faces greet you, managing to make ends meet in a place with cattle and goats, a small garden patch and little else.
The young men (at a very young age of about ten) take the animals to graze, with little more than a Besotho blanket and a dog to accompany them for months at a time. This is traditional to see if the young men will be accepted into manhood.
So when you feeling low or down in the dumps, remember the people with little more than a hut who are able to live in sparce harsh lands, where few venture let alone live.
Lunch in the charming pub was good, did I mention that this is the highest pub in Africa? An ale was needed to steady the nerves…
A good look down, the reminder of what goes up must come down.
As you bump and grind over the sand road with bolders so big you wonder if the vehicle will hold, then close to the edge you feel your heart thumping in your throat. Trusting the driver will play his part in getting you up safely….. and down once again. (Who does crazy for a living?)