RI7ER JOURNAL POSTS

As we are approaching Herschel from Aliwal North, the landscape changes. First you see the mountains at a distance. There is a change of several things when moving from the flat, long, straight roads in South Africa to the steeper, more narrow and windy roads of Lesotho. There are less cars on the road, on the other hand more and very fast driving and hooting taxis. You see horses and donkeys and the first people in their traditional blankets and gumboots. There is always someone or a group of people walking along the road. They seem to come from nowhere and it’s hard to say where to. Maybe to a house with a white flag (anything white on a pole), which means local brew is sold there. The first rondavels can be seen. The air seems cooler, and clouds are building up.

We cross the border at Telle bridge, where they insisted Norwegians need a visa to get into the country. The officer looks and looks in his papers, and in my passport. When seeing there´s a stamp from earlier, he lets me through. I can breathe again. We continue driving on roads with potholes that are not fixed, signs to warn are set up instead.

Ine.