Sani Top to Oxbow: The Lesotho Time Machine
March 28 I got up at 05:45 for the sunrise. The people at the Sani Mountain Lodge had been raving about it. I prefer to curse the sun to howl at the moon, but sometimes a man needs to tackle a sunrise. Nature here had convinced me so. It was cold. Like a-sweater-is-not-enough cold. But, while it is cold for me, the Lesotho’s really take it hard. They were wrapped in blankets, coats, hats and gloves as if it was...