After a bit of an adventure bushwacking our way back to the backpackers in a loop that was approximately 15 kilometers long, I reconvened with Susan and Doreh, said goodbye to Pieter and began the journey up and into Lesotho via Sani Pass. We’d spoken to fellow PCVs who had recommended we “hitch” up the pass with one of the 4-wheel-drive vehicles that would inevitably be passing by on their climb up the pass. Best we’d not heeded that advice. Long story short the three of us ended up making the hike by foot, all the way up the pass from the boarder crossing in a torrential and violent thunderstorm. Given the fact that there was nothing to be done about our situation, and that I was still amped from my morning adventure, I admittedly had a blast in our situation. Fortunately though, I was wearing tennis shoes and a raincoat. My partners in crime however, were not so lucky. In the end we made it to the top unscathed and shivering, and were welcomed into the “Highest Pub in Africa” with applause by the lucky, paying customers who had past us hours before in their cars and minibuses. I don’t think a round of glüvine has ever been so well-earned by a group of silly American girls in the history of our generation.
Next Time: Christmas in Machipe!