Sani Pass Hotel & Leisure Resort
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- Continental Breakfast
- Room service
- Swimming pool
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... whenever you stop people appear and watch you and despite the countryside appearing desolated you soon realize that you are never alone! The initial roads we rode on have no barriers and you ride on passes winding their way through mountains where you soon realize that if you make a mistake and go off the road there will be no way of stopping yourself or your bike rolling for hundreds of meters down steep slopes and ending up in the valley or rivers below with no way of ever ...
... getting late, everyone was tired, there had been a thunderstorm in town before we arrived, it was again starting to rain, and we had to still get up Sani Pass. Some of the riders felt that we were taking a risk attempting Sani so late in the day after a long day of riding dirt roads. I felt confident having been up Sani Pass in my Fortuner 2 years ago. We left Underberg and headed to the left turnoff towards Sani Pass. The first thing that was noticeable to me was that the ...
... and in some places the road is nothing more than a mud bath, our white car is no longer white! We barely see another car or human life, the views go on for miles, it's another beautiful drive. It takes just over three hours to get the the bottom of Sani Pass, where we stop at Giants Cup cafe for a morning coffee and some breakfast to line the stomach before the nerve racking drive to the top. Sani Pass is the only route through the mountains into Lesotho. It's ...
... World Heritage Site that boasts the world’s greatest collection of San rock art created by more than 4,000 years ago. At our first stop, we saw what remains of the trading post from the 1800s and learned about the time when the Sothos (the people of Lesotho) used to bring down wool to trade with the white settlers. The road then snakes alongside a canyon beneath towering cliffs and past a few tumbling waterfalls.
On the way ...
... 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 ...