An African Adventure
Trip Start Jan 20, 2004
187Trip End Ongoing
I don’t expect anyone will be surprised to hear that I have hit the road again, and that I continue to have Gerry and Mike urging me on - one riding on each shoulder. Africa wasn’t one of the five possibilities I had originally considered for this fall/winter, but Lesotho called out to me in a manner that I wasn’t able to resist. The seeming abundance of interesting volunteer possibilities made it even more alluring.
When my overnight flight to Johannesburg arrived too late to catch the noon flight to Lesotho, I decided to catch a bus. After all, it’s always good to be gradually introduced to ones new surroundings. At least that’s what I thought before I realized what I had let myself in for. When I was told three hours after getting on the bus (but still sitting in the station) that the bus I was on was not going anywhere, I began to suspect that the day might actually be longer than originally anticipated
The bus driver put the petal to the metal as we literally “took flight”, and I was dropped at the Lesotho border at 7:30 pm. I simply followed the other two passengers who alighted at this post, and we walked in darkness to the customs booth in the distance. All was fine until a Basotho woman advised me to register with the local police before getting into another mini-bus to Pitseng. Although thinking it unnecessary, I spent the next half hour in the police station where I was told that taking a mini-bus at this time of night could result in robbery or worse, or it might be just fine.
Of course it was no problem, although I was quite relieved to reach my guesthouse after thirty-six hours without a bed. Despite complete exhaustion, I found myself too excited to sleep. The faint glimpses of the mountainous countryside that I was able to see in the dark, left me anxious to embark on a new, exciting, six-month African adventure.