By midday we managed to get Dusty back on to the HPN and off we went. My uncle is an old accomplished
Engineer and Lawyer always hungry to learn more, a keen listener and Dusty is a keen talker. A time-consuming
combination as you can imagine. We only need to get to Molumong today. This village is well known for there is a
Backpackers Lodge situated within the old Trading Post residence.
We make speed along the same road we came yesterday. I actually know a delightful little dirt road winding
through the forests that will cut out most of the highway riding but that will take up too much time.
Near the SA Border Post a 4x4 came round a tight corner completely on the wrong side of the road. He wanted to
avoid a big puddle of mud. Here Leon’s Country Tracks training came in handy as I had to do an emergency stop.
Locking the back wheel, as Leon taught us, I made the rear end swerve left and right and left again coming to a
stop a safe distance from the 4x4. The driver must have got twice the fright I got as he apologised profusely.
A year ago I can remember being truly tensed up before making the ascend to Sani Top. This time we all make
small change of the pass, stopping often but for photograph and video purposes. We really made an effort to
practise our “mountain riding” skills during the months leading up to the trip. Helderberg 4x4, Matroosberg,
Elandskloof 4x4 and the Cederberg.
Look at my trusty steed! She seem to have been cut out of the landscape, like Eve from Adam's rib.
Near the top we find a deserted taxi. The front wheel tore from it’s mounts, just a reminder of the condition of
the roads we travel.
A quick picture taken at the famous Sani sign, Border Post formalities and off we go.
I am really exited for, by this time tomorrow, we will be in the part of Lesotho that scares the hell out of me.
For now though we have it easy as we scoot along beautiful mountains on a smooth winding road.