We were also contemplating the dark rainclouds rolling in and wondering about the distance to Semonkong
where we intended to stay that evening.
A little background at this stage: Two months or so before Kk phoned me up and explained that some of his
friends were off to Lesotho in 4x4's to go drive up Baboons Pass. Kk was keen to join them but not as a passenger,
no, he wanted to ride with them on his classic and wanted to know what I made of it.
After a long silence I made an attempt to voice my opinion. I said: "I don't think this is a good idea. Put it like this,
I will give you a blowjob if you manage to ride your bike (BMW R80G/S) up Baboons Pass. Why don't you rather come
with me on a bike trip to Lesotho one day?"
Kk have never been to Baboons Pass, in fact, he's never been to Lesotho before. After all the excitement of Jockstrap
I thought it well to mention that our route will pass the back-side of Baboons and we will in fact be able to ride Baboons
in reverse to go see the top. Kk was interested to see so we made an attempt but near to the top of Baboons, riding from
the Semonkong side, it started to rain and we gave up.
Now we were in a race against the rain.
Finally in Semonkong we were confronted by torrents of water. Kk thought this dog looked like a cat but when
I tried to take a picture it dashed off.
With all this water we knew the Maletsunyane Waterfall would be a sight to behold. Fist though we had to get to the Lodge.
The sight of huts and dry beds came welcome.