It was one of those spontaneous moments. You know, the kind that only happen in the middle of taking some coffee. The hey we should totally travel next weekend! moments. The where should we go? Lesotho! I’ve never been there!
I’d never been there either.
Having spent a considerable amount of my life in South Africa, I’d grown accustomed to the delineation of the Basotho people. I would never forget to include them in the map, and would take offense, on their behalf, if someone failed to acknowledge their statehood. But I guess I just hadn’t made the conscious effort to visit the country.
So a few years later, a friend and I decided to take our chances and check it out.