Minutes after the horsemen had gone I heard the roar of two motorbikes and I watched them winding up the tight bends.

Before I knew it the two machines were passing me, their drivers offering me a wave that sort gave a message “howzit you’re one of us, just you have no engine”.

When I reached a picnic spot on the other side of the waterfall Dries, Dirk and Danie who were two brothers and a brother-in-law, were waiting for me.

“Grab a sandwich. How about a piece of boerewors … and here’s a Coke.” Wow! All I’d eaten all day had been two energy bars and Ntate Makhoabenyane’s peaches. This felt like a feast!

The three guys were on an adventure through Lesotho and had dreams of one day doing a similar ride up to Angola.

After a few more bends I reached the top of the pass.

I felt on top of the world!

A little shepherd’s hut sat on top of the pass. It could have passed for a little fort from where some army guarded the Moteng Pass.

The only “soldier” in sight was a shepherd’s dog, not standing guard but lying down and enjoying the high altitude sunshine that the angry clouds let through every so often.

Image: Duncan Guy, CC-BY-SA

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