On the edge of Lesotho

It’s a ‘terrible’ thing this travel bug! There is no telling when it will bite, but it bite’s often and when it does, it’s a matter of hours that I must pack and go! The bug bit this weekend. I had a sudden urge to go somewhere cheap, rustic and beautiful despite it already being 1 pm on a Saturday. Most places were too far away or were booked unless I was prepared to part with some ‘top dollar,’which is never an option when it’s a spur of the moment trip!

The cheapest place I could find was in another country. It ticked a few boxes: cheap accommodation, beautiful sunrise and a first time experience for our kids. We packed our bags, a frozen precooked meal, some wine and extra sleeping bags. We were going to Lesotho, the Kingdom in the sky…well to the inside edge of it at least. But Lesotho nevertheless!

Biking up Sani Pass

Sani Pass wild flowers

We meandered our way up the steep and rocky pass, wanting to get there quickly so that we’d have time to drive a little ‘inland’ to have a ‘look’ before it got dark and misty. Our accommodation was literally at the border and at the top of Sani Pass. We’d booked a family room at the Sani Mountain Lodge backpackers.



“My favourite road I’ve ever been on ain’t paved.” – Victor Tatarczuk

The drive up the pass is fairly bumpy and in the summer months, on a dry day – not too challenging. Though come the winter months with snow and ice, or after a heavy down pour – I imagine your 4×4 experience will be tested! On top, however, awaits a newly tarred road that cuts through the steep mountain terrain all the way through to the capital city Maseru. Also on top is the highest pub in Africa where you can enjoy a good Irish coffee, a meal and a hot chocolate in a cosy setting with a blazing fire. For me however, the quick trip up the mountain was very much about capturing the sunrise and the early morning light. But at this stage, the sun was nowhere to be seen, with thick mist rolling in and a steady patter of rain. It was a good night not to camp!

“It always rains on tents. Rainstorms will travel thousands of miles against prevailing winds for the opportunity to rain on a tent.” – Dave Barry

We unpacked and settled in. ‘Backpacker accommodation’ is almost always a simple affair with the bare necessities available. The showers had hot water and were clean. The rooms were clean and simple too. The kitchen and dining room was in a large red enclosed tin shed with all the cooking utensils one needs on such a trip – the only thing missing was a blazing fire in this particular room with a few homely touches. As you do in such places, you meet people from different countries, backgrounds and with different reasons to be there. I like that about a ‘backpackers; that you almost always come away with stories not only about the place you visit, but about the people you meet.

“It is life as it is lived.” – Gore Vidal

I woke early that morning, happy to see that the mist and rain had moved on. I made my way to the edge of the escarpment, just in time for sunrise. I’d trudged up a rather steep incline, taking in huge gulps of thin air, then popping a blood vessel in my eyeball from over exertion, or pressure or thin air! Google gave me countless causes including being on death’s doorstep, which at one point, I thought I was!


With the few short but incredible experiences I’ve had in Lesotho, I can say that the early mornings are special in this country. I can also say, that though the remote grasslands seem to stretch for infinity, your seemingly ‘solitary’ experience is never that. You are never alone in Lesotho, if you look carefully. There in the distance is a shepherd and another and another; their thick Basotho blankets wrapped around their shoulders, blending in with the terrain. But in the mornings, though you can’t always see them at first, you can certainly hear them.

Shepherd and dog

Sheep Owner

Once the sun had made it’s full appearance, with shards of sunlight slicing through the odd cloud, alighting the rolling foothills below, I stopped taking photos simply to listen.

As herds of goats and sheep fanned out over the hills, the bells around their necks would ring with every step. The local thugs, a flock of vocal ravens, rose from below the escarpment with a gust of wind, hunting pigeons and later bullying a lone Cape Vulture. A jackal makes a hasty escape from the village, narrowly evading the angry village women, no doubt a chicken raid. Then a conversation between the Basotho shepherds on opposite sides of a mountain erupts into thin air, followed by the deep entrancing song of another Masotho Shepherd as he herds his sheep to greener pastures.

Horse alert

“Travelling is a brutality. It forces you to trust strangers and to lose sight of all that familiar comfort of home and friends. You are constantly off balance. Nothing is yours except the essential things – the air, sleep, dreams, the sea, the sky – all things tending towards the eternal or what we imagine of it.” – Cesare Pavese


I got chatting to one of them. He wanted to know what South Africa is like. Everyday he sits on the edge of the Kingdom in the sky and looks down onto the green grassy lands below. He said it looks very flat down there. I told him it was hilly with plenty of trees. “What is a tree?” he asked. I pulled out a pen and a paper and drew it for him. He realised what it was then and told me that there are a few of them up here, but not many. After a few more pleasantries, he left, walking towards his flock and soon disappearing into the mountain shadows, into the world he knows.

“If we cannot now end our differences, at least we can help make the world safe for diversity.” – John F Kennedy

View from above

Sani pass

I think this is why the travel bug bites so often. I crave more worlds than one, the diverse experiences, meetings and knowledge that travel brings and the acceptance of ‘different worlds’ to mine, right here on my doorstep.  And of course a spectacular sunrise; of morning light revealing a world I know very little about. I wonder how long it will be until the bug bites again.

Sani Pass (2)

“All my life I’ve always come back to one thing, my need to feel free and the need to feel the breeze, the ride provides a freedom this gypsy needs, where every road is another blessed memory, a new experience to carry inside my journey, a sense of belonging to a familiar tribe, a brotherhood that goes beyond a bloodline.” – Jess “Chief” Brynsulson






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  1. Great blog, great pics! I just spent a month backpacking in Ethiopia and am itching to go back out on the road again, aiming for Madagascar or Southern Africa depending on how I can work out my vacation schedule. Through both the beautiful photos and the description of your experiences, you have given me a lot great ideas and insights off the beaten path of the usual brochures and guidebook lists. While it’s hard to capture daily interactions and culture of a people (and I too am shy about people photos – can be awkward), I am glad to see the people pics in addition to the descriptions. It’s always the local people in the end that make or break the experience – and the Africans I’ve interacted with are genuinely welcoming and helpful.

  2. Truly, truly stunning photographs! You’ve really captured the beauty of Lesotho and the views looking out from the escarpment and down into the valleys bring back so many memories of the times that I sat on the edge of the mountains and marvelled at the beauty of the berg!

  3. Beautiful pictures and thanks for a view of this small country. Lesotho is now on our list of places to visit (though quite far away for us in Canada) as we recently found the letters sent by a great-uncle of my husband who was a missionary there from the early 40’s until his death in 1973. The letters were very interesting and it made us want to visit his corner of the world. (Suzanne)

  4. Beautiful pictures, wonderful words – evocative as always Lianne. One day you will have to create a book! It will surely be one worth buying ๐Ÿ™‚

  5. Iโ€™ve definitely started to get symptoms of this travel bug! Iโ€™m returning from a long trip away soon and the thought of being in just one place for so long feels strange at the moment. Those landscapes look particularly spectacular!

    • Thank you ๐Ÿ™‚ I’m sure it wont be too long until you are off again. I suspect that once bitten by the bug, severe symptoms persist indefinitely! Happy travels and thanks for the follow ๐Ÿ™‚

  6. Wow!! What a gorgeous place. I’m amazed that that gentleman didn’t know what a tree was. And your quotes are perfect. I love the ones by Tatarczuk and Pavese. You are inspirational, Lianne!

    • Thanks Jess ๐Ÿ™‚ Whether it was him not knowing a lot of English or the case that he literally has not seen many trees in his life, I dont know. But when talking with him, I got the distinct impression that he has not travelled far, other than moving his family’s sheep between the highlands and lowlands depending on the season. And you can see the terrain in this area from the photos that it’s harsh environment, especially in the Winter months.

  7. An amazing post on Lesotho with pictures I could only hope to see in real life. We went to Lesotho about 3 years ago with Habitat for Humanity. We began building a concrete block house for a family in dire need of shelter. However, the U. S. Embassy asked us to leave because there was a coups against the governmental officials of Lesotho, and they couldn’t guarantee our safety. I only have fond memories of the people in the hotel where we stayed and the people in the town where I bought a lovely woven wall hanging. Your piece has made me nostalgic for the country and its residents. You might enjoy our post:

    • Thank you ๐Ÿ™‚ Wow what an experience for you. I vaguely remember Lesotho having trouble back then. It all seems quite peaceful these days. I havent been too far in yet but since moving back to South Africa, I’m sure there will be ample opportunity. It’s right here on my doorstep and from what I’ve experienced of it so far, I’m already hooked!

    • One thing we wanted was a blanket to wrap around our waists like the women of Lesotho do. We found them in a little general store near our build. It remains a special memory for me. Look at the ladies there — you’ll probably see these blankets wrapped around them even in warm weather.