Sani Pass Hotel & Leisure Resort
- Continental Breakfast
- Room service
- Swimming pool
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... top of the pass. I was behind Wayne and as I came around the final corner at the top he stopped me to warn me about the howling wind on the mountain. The wind was so severe that I struggled to stay on top of my bike and agreed with Wayne that we should go around the corner where we would be more shielded from the wind. After putting the bike on its side stand I walked back up the road, almost being unable to move forward due to the strength of the wind from the front. I took a ...
... top of the mountain, and that's the 'path' we took, scrambling up the mountain side! The way was worn, but I'm sure only by Dawn's daily steps. At one point we did come across 'The Path' - but only for about 3 steps before continuing to clamber onwards and upwards. I'm afraid Dawn's friend and Echo the dog had to leave us as the dog wasn't accustomed to rock climbing! We absolutely loved it. The views from the top were amazing; ...
... kept sticking his head through the kitchen door and had enjoyed my pasta, bread and even some of my fruit... Around the farm there was also plenty to do in terms of exploring the sorrounding nature; again I was accompanied by one of the farm dogs when going on a hike up the moutains and also jumped down a beautiful waterfall into ice-cold spring water before relaxing at the farm in the evening and listening to wild-west-like stories about cattle thieves and the measures local farmers ...
... close to us rather than walking around a bare hill to get to the swinging bridge, as that route would have a bigger chance of attracting a lightning strike.
First, we went downstream of the river to get a look at a gushing waterfall. Then we put the cameras away as the thunder started to get on our nerves. At the crossing, we took off our shoes and rolled up our trousers to knee level and waded through the river that was flowing, ...
... skin while my dad is plating piles of light and dark meat.
My aching stomach wakes me from sleep and I rush through the dark to the unattached, unheated bathroom. I’m sitting on a freezing seat. I can see my breath. I think about all the meals I had from street vendors my entire time in Lesotho. Some of these places were absolutely filthy. Often, a restaurant is in a shack. It’s literally walls with planks of reclaimed wood covered by plastic ...