Lesotho Or: How I Stopped Laughing and Learned to Love the Bribe
Let's get out of this country.
Seriously. I wanted stamps in my passport. Eugene wanted to drive a 4x4.
So Lesotho it was!
Lots of pics after the jump....
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| Sani Pass - a crazy 45 minute drive switchbacking up the Sesotho Mountains |
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| The Immigration Office, where we found ourselves extorted for a week's salary. |
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| Boys in the Sani Pass Hood. |
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| The Butha Butha gang. |
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| "Alex! Alex!" My name was very popular that day in this tiny Lesotho village. |
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| Homebrew from what looks to be old motor oil cans????? |
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| Drink up, Eug - our gaggle of adoring fans are waiting outside.... |
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| ...and they demand their picture be taken! |
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| Eugene back in the saddle. |
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| Happy Trails.... |
posted by Aleksandra @ 7:25 AM
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