Tuesday morning broke fresh and breezy. After our stay with the Durow's on their beautiful farm Mamoosa just outside of town, it was time to get our bikes loaded and find the closest border post into Lesotho. It just so happens there is one only 16km away on a gravel road. From the Peka Bridge border post it will be about 40km to Teyateyaneng or T.Y. as it is more commonly known. From here I have found some back roads that will bring us closer to the Maluti mountains and meander through some of the more rural areas. None of the maps show the road as a through road, although I managed to track a clear path on Google earth.
Road conditions in Lesotho can deteriorate so fast that I could not help being apprehensive about this section of the route on our first day.
I had no idea how Nita would handle any kind of road conditions and was not sure what level of confidence she would have when the going gets tough. I thought it wise to look at an escape route as alternative if things looks like it was going to get to rough.
We fitted one of the Coyote saddlebags from Giant Loop onto the little TW to carry most of Nita's belongings. It was working like a charm and with the weight nicely distributed closer to the rider and the center of the bike it makes handling in the rough almost effortless with all the extra weight. I added the Fandango tank dag as an after thought and again, the bag sit secure and out of the way not interfering with the rider while standing.
It was with little trepidation that I took the final turn off onto the questionable section of road and within a few short kilometers the road started deteriorating quite fast. It was still nice enough to ride but I was concerned that at this rate there might be no road left after a while as often is the case in Lesotho.
We started to descend into some valleys and it was here that Nita told me that she was not comfortable with the steep down hills.
I explained to her that you have to handle these loose downhills slightly different than when riding in a car. When the hill becomes very steep and rough it is best to stand on the pegs and to slowly crawl down in first gear but to hold the clutch in and to let the bike coast down on its own. It is important to mostly use the rear brake and to slightly shift your weight to control the slide once the rear wheel locks up. Add some front brake with a gentle two finger pull.
Mostly new riders will sit when they feel uncomfortable even though you tell them it's better to stand. I did not expect any different from my female riding partner but she was sure to surprise me, she bravely got on the pegs and slowly but with confidence started down the steep little pass ahead of us. I loved watching her small little frame barely poking over the luggage bag on the rear. I suddenly realize this woman is ready to follow me anywhere. She trusted me and that made me feel great and confidant that she will make it with ease.
The path meandered in between traditional Basotho villages with dogs and animals freely moving between the thatched roof houses, people by the roadside greet friendly and they wave a long stretched out "Ntaaaate" as we pass by. Small sun panels laying on the ground busy charging cellphones.
Nita on her little TW is scooting through potholes and over ruts as if they did not exist, it was clear she was having fun on these slower little tracks. Slowly I feel myself starting to warm up to this little lady and her quiet, almost somber character.
We stopped at a bridge after one of the steep descents for a snack and to take some photographs.