We left J'burg for Cape Town the next day via a domestic South African airways flight. We had been to Cape Town before but we had felt that hadn't done it justice, so this visit was to 'see' the place properly. Last time we had stayed in a pleasant Bed & Breakfast near the city... Continue Reading →
David & Clement talked incessantly amongst themselves in SeSotho. To us of course it was rabble of noise punctuated by frequent loud hearty African laughs. What they were talking about was anyone's guess. Normally on these treks, one guide is enough for six people but as we and Olive and Petra had booked separately somehow... Continue Reading →
Somehow we made progress until we reached the river crossing about an hour in. In fact it wasn't actually the river crossing that was the problem, it was the steep, narrow, rocky path that zig zaged down the side of a small gorge at an angle that would make you think twice about walking down... Continue Reading →
The Pony trek itself was something else. Now as corny as it sounds, I always get the dude horse. I once rode a horse that flatly refused to go anywhere, another time, a horse that would only go in one direction, home, which is fine at the end of a ride but is a bit... Continue Reading →
The main reason why we had come to Malealea was to go Pony trekking. Somehow though, Mick had not only talked us into taking an ensuite cabin rather than a lot cheaper Basotho hut but had also persuaded us to wait a day before going Pony trekking. I'm glad he did because that allowed us... Continue Reading →
We decided to celebrate our feeling of freedom at the Lodge bar. Well it was a sort of bar but more like a counter in a small cupboard. We managed to find a couple seats outside with some of the other fellow guests, the odd local ex pat, a few locals from Maseru (the capital, some two... Continue Reading →
Back onto the Tour du Mont Blanc trail. The last stop if going anti-clockwise or the first stop if going clockwise in France, is this little spot hidden away in the Vallee des Glaciers. The road stops here and the only way onto Italy is by foot. Depending on which way you go it's another... Continue Reading →
On the Tour du Mont Blanc there are many places in the remote mountains to stop and have a coffee or tea. Alp Bovine is actually a working dairy farm high above the much busier and industrious Rhone valley. Like everyone else we stopped here for a drink and to soak in the view, not... Continue Reading →
The Tour Du Mont Blanc is a 170 km circular hike around the tallest mountain in the Alps. Starting in France the track passes through both the Swiss and the Italian Alps before returning back to France. The spectacularly placed Rifugio Elisabetta is located on the side of the hill next to the GL (Glacier)... Continue Reading →
