Semonkong

After days winding through the Lesotho mountains we reached the small village of Semonkong in the south west of the country. From here we left our bikes for horses to explore the Thaba Putsoa Mountains.

With Tom McKay and Zoë Wakefield

This is the second part of our journey across Lesotho. Part 1 is here

The change of transport was justified. With few rests, our horses climbed over mountain pass after mountain pass.

The change of transport was justified. With few rests, our horses climbed over mountain pass after mountain pass.

Careful not to let this one trot off with all our food

Careful not to let this one trot off with all our food

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Philip, the son of the village chief who was to look after us for the night, guided us over the mountains

Philip, the son of the village chief who was to look after us for the night, guided us over the mountains

Keeping dry crossing the Ketane River

Keeping dry crossing the Ketane River

Philip's father, the village chief

Philip's father, the village chief

After a days riding across the mountains, the horses are brushed down and left to rest for the night

After a days riding across the mountains, the horses are brushed down and left to rest for the night

The family's heard waits patiently before being let into their pen for the night

The family's heard waits patiently before being let into their pen for the night

Philip's younger sister

Philip's younger sister

Sleeping on the job

Sleeping on the job

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The family's group of rondavels nestled in the Thaba Putsoa Mountains

The family's group of rondavels nestled in the Thaba Putsoa Mountains

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Our own rondavel for the night

Our own rondavel for the night

The neighbours across the valley

The neighbours across the valley

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The Maletsunyane Falls before the summer rain

The Maletsunyane Falls before the summer rain

This is the second part of our journey across Lesotho. Part 1 is here.

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Lesotho

After sending the motorbikes ahead of us to Bloemfontein by truck, we flew into the city a few days later to meet them. From there we made our way through the Drakensberg and into Lesotho via the Sani Pass. With August being the end of winter, we contended with freezing nights but lucked out with blue skies daily. Our route took us across the width of the country along winding mountain roads to Semonkong before making the journey back to Cape Town. 

With Tom McKay and Zoë Wakefield

 
A windy lunch stop in Golden Gate Highlands National Park

A windy lunch stop in Golden Gate Highlands National Park

Camping in the Drakensberg

Camping in the Drakensberg

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Crossing the Woodstock Dam

Crossing the Woodstock Dam

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The foot hils of the Sani Pass, our passage into Lesotho

The foot hils of the Sani Pass, our passage into Lesotho

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Taking in a last view of South Africa before crossing the border

Taking in a last view of South Africa before crossing the border

Reaching the top at sundown before making camp on the cliff edge of the pass

Reaching the top at sundown before making camp on the cliff edge of the pass

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Braving the morning frost to get the first round of coffee in

Braving the morning frost to get the first round of coffee in

Sunrise over the Pass

Sunrise over the Pass

Chinese local investment provided freshly laid, yet deserted roads.

Chinese local investment provided freshly laid, yet deserted roads.

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Traditional round 'Mokhoro' huts built into the hillside

Traditional round 'Mokhoro' huts built into the hillside

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Cherry blossom, aloe plants and sunburnt hills

Cherry blossom, aloe plants and sunburnt hills

On the road to the border, we stumbled upon a Bosotho horse race taking place in a small village. Racing ponies are trained to 'tripple', a gait between a trot and a canter.

On the road to the border, we stumbled upon a Bosotho horse race taking place in a small village. Racing ponies are trained to 'tripple', a gait between a trot and a canter.

The Swartberg Pass

The Swartberg Pass

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Wolfberg

A day walking through the Wolfberg Cracks to the Wolfberg Arch in the Cederberg Mountains

With Tom McKay, Zoe Wakefield and Dinika Govender

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The Old Postal Route

In search of putting down some KMs on dirt roads, a four day ride took us across the Cederberg before heading east onto the “Old Postal Route”, a rough jeep track traversing the Tra-Tra mountains connecting the Biedouw Valley to the Tankwa Karoo.

With Tom Mckay and Zoë Wakefield

Uitkyk Pass and the open winding roads of the Cederberg Mountains

Uitkyk Pass and the open winding roads of the Cederberg Mountains

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Wupperthal, a quaint hamlet nestled in the north of the Cederberg wilderness area

Wupperthal, a quaint hamlet nestled in the north of the Cederberg wilderness area

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Winter rain had made the Doring River impassable. Luckily, we found a raft on the riverbank with just enough buoyancy to take the bikes across

Winter rain had made the Doring River impassable. Luckily, we found a raft on the riverbank with just enough buoyancy to take the bikes across

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The ride continued east onto the dusty roads of the Tankwa Karoo

The ride continued east onto the dusty roads of the Tankwa Karoo

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A rouge rock cracks the sump of my bike, emptying all 2 litres of oil onto the dirt. The risk of riding without a sump guard ends the motorcycling journey here

A rouge rock cracks the sump of my bike, emptying all 2 litres of oil onto the dirt. The risk of riding without a sump guard ends the motorcycling journey here

With the BMW out of action we set up camp under a starry sky

With the BMW out of action we set up camp under a starry sky

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Tom heads into the sunrise in search of some help

Tom heads into the sunrise in search of some help

We weren't the only ones out of water

We weren't the only ones out of water

Tom returned with Hendrick, a friendly neighbourhood mechanic

Tom returned with Hendrick, a friendly neighbourhood mechanic

The BMW was packed onto the back of the truck and taken to Calvinia where we managed to get a quick patch up before riding the home stretch the following day

The BMW was packed onto the back of the truck and taken to Calvinia where we managed to get a quick patch up before riding the home stretch the following day