Day 9
The next morning we said good bye to our hosts. In fact the whole family was sleeping in one room that we could use the other one. And they treated us like royalty. The huge plate for dinner, a kettle of hot water for tea afterwards and then they gave us a bowl of warm water to wash our salty bodies. And we knew that the water was not coming from the hot water tap. They do all the cooking on the open fireplace in the small round hut. There is no chimney and the smoke of the fire sits in the ceiling. I guess the roof of the hut does ventilate a little.
Instead of using a toilet, Johan advised us that we could use the empty bucket if we had to. Plain and simple.
By accident we made friends with some great people, we would have never met otherwise.
It took Johan quite a while to convince his wife that I could take a picture of the whole family in the hut. She was afraid of bad luck or something.
Gery’s tappet cover looks like a piece of art and we were hoping it would hold together. We had no more Pratley left anyway.
We went with our bikes to the lookout point where we could see the river one more time. It was a privilege for us to come this way, even if it showed us where our limits are with our rather cumbersome adventure bikes. It was all well worth it.
To get to the gravel road towards Semongkong we got lost a couple of times and we asked the locals for direction. Big mistake. Every time we asked for the road we got directed to nothing more than a goats trail. This were the tracks these people use by foot or on their donkeys. I am sure we missed the 4x4 track at times.
We met a few more friendly people along the way and stopped for a chat. If I could give one good advice for people who travel in rural areas. Spend some time with the locals and kids along the way. You don’t have to give money or hand out sweets all the time. Just show some interest and have a quick chat. The kids are always happy if you show them the pictures you have taken and have a quick laugh with them.
Then we only had to cross a little river and we were back on track. We officially made it safely to the gravel road to Semongkong.
I think we were both glad and sad at the same time. Glad to be able to make good enough progress that we could make it to the airhead gathering. In the end we were one day late but we could at least meet and great all the other airhead nutters. I personally have been very sad that we were officially leaving the rural part of Lesotho. Wherever a lot of people find access to easily, the land and the people change. Everything becomes commercial.
Nevertheless, we had a quick toast when we reached the tar road. A toast to our last two riding days. It was a great experience.
We just had one more thing to do. We had to visit the Semongkong waterfall. This was one of the reasons why we went on the 4x4 track in first place. It’s quite a beautiful sight and we had the place to ourselves, which made it even nicer.