11th November 2014
What a contrast this small landlocked country turned out to be when compared to Swaziland. Scruffy small linear settlements with rubbish strewn along the roadside; taverns blaring out loud music at every road junction and village and taxis/mini buses roaring along the poorly maintained narrow roads touting for business makes a poor picture. Lesotho has certainly maintained its African roots.
The atrocious weather did nothing to endear us to this country. Our stay there was just one night although that could so easily have been longer due to the torrential weather. The only campsite we could find was at the bottom of a muddy, very deeply rutted and steep track which with the rain resembled a river more than an access. In the morning we left at first light (5.30am) and Nicolle just made it back up and on to the tar. We both knew that if we had left leaving any later we would not have made it as conditions were worsening every minute. We bade a farewell to Lesotho and left the country quickly.
It had not made a good impression on us. This was a shame as many people we spoke to said how lovely Lesotho is. Unfortunately we could not get to the best parts with Nicolle. With four wheel drive and better weather things could have been so much different.