Category: Lesotho


african-oscars

Well now that we leave Africa soon (Boo Hoo!) Muni & Molly’s African Oscars are now published.

The categories are : (drum roll please)

1. Best Accommadation / Hotel : Green Turtle Lodge, Dixcove, Ghana
2. Worst Accommadation / Hotel : Pensão Leeta, Mocimboa da Praia, Mozambique

3. Best Meal : La Colombe, Constainia, Cape Town, South Africa
4. Worst Meal : Cafe No Name, Arsi Negele, Ethiopia

5. Best Transport : CTM, Morocco
6. Worst Transport : Burundi

7. Friendliest People : Tied at Burkina Faso and Malawi
8. Unfriendliest People : White Namibians

9. Best Value : Ghana
10. Worst Value : Rwanda

And last but by no means least…

11. Best Beer : Primus 720ml, Burundi
12. Worst Beer : Laurentina Stout, Mozambique

And the most coveted award for biggest tosser in Africa goes to….

The fat, Afrikaner, make-up put on with a cement mixer, hair-do like a bulldog’s arse, manager of the Cat Nap Guest House in Springbok for her inability to take a booking 3 whole weeks in advance. Moan about the check in time, lie about her presence prior to us checking in and then only say that we had booked one night when two were requested. I hope you catch the clap from a toilet seat and you choke on some worm infested biltong again. Congratulations, your golden Oscar is in the post.

We’ve also added some additional categories for those that were worthy of such an acolade.

They are:

Toughest Day : 8th April 2009, Butare, Rwanda after visiting a genocide memorial. (I talk about it HERE)

Most adventerous moment: Boarding a tug boat to travel down Lake Tanganyika en-route to Kigoma, Tanzania

The 5 best highlights (in no particular order):

1. Getting up close and personal with 5 Silverbacks in Parc National de Volcans, Rwanda
2. Being pamered in Madikwe Safari Lodge, South Africa
3. Juming out of a dhow, after spotting Dolphins, onto the best beach in Africa. Praia de Chocas, Mozambique
4. Standing on the precipace of the plateau in Dogon Country, Mali
5. Giggling at the confluence of the Atlantic and Indian Ocean’s at the southern most tip of Africa

Muni & Molly

Well now that we leave Southern Africa soon Muni & Molly’s Southern African Oscars are now published.

The categories are : (drum roll please)…

1. Best Hotel : The Gecko Lounge, Malawi
2. Worst Hotel : Pensão Leeta, Mocimboa da Praia, Mozambique

3. Best Meal : La Colombe, Constainia, Cape Town – by far
4. Worst Meal : Hotel Palma, Palma, Mozambique

5. Best Transport : Zambia
6. Worst Transport : Namibia

7. Friendliest People : Malawi
8. Not so Friendly People : Namibia

9. Best Value : Mozambique
10. Worst Value : Malawi

And last but by no means least…

11. Best Beer : 1 Litre Frosted Glass Hansa Draught – Namibia with Maluti a very close second – Lesotho
12. Worst Beer : Laurentina Stout – dire!

And the most coveted award for biggest tosser goes to….

The fat, Afrikaner, make-up put on with a cement mixer, hair-do like a bulldog’s arse, manager of the Cat Nap Guest House in Springbok for her inability to take a booking 3 whole weeks in advance. Moan about the check in time, lie about her presence prior to us checking in and then only say that we had booked one night when two were requested. I hope you catch the clap from a toilet seat and you choke on some worm infested biltong.

muni

Lesotho

It’s hard to get a feeling for a country in just three days. We spent so little time there all we did was the only thing Lesotho is famous for – pony trekking.

With a boot full to the brim of South African wines we nervously crossed the Lesotho border. As usual the border revealed an immediate change in landscape and people. The earth more bare and the street sellers were back. Cooking up this and that, from delicious smelling chicken to roasted corn. We found ourselves in Maseru straight away and headed south for Semonkong, a three hour drive, supposedly, over “good” gravel roads.

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Already we could see everyone wearing the traditional blankets. Over the shoulder for the men, different ones for the uninitiated boys and around the waist for unmarried girls. An ear of corn on the blanket to signify virility and fertility. Some of these huge and heavy looking blankets going all the way to the feet if hung from the shoulder. They are a requirement here as not one bit of Lesotho is below 1000 metres making it quite cold and some peaks still with a dusting of snow.

As we inch further and further into the southern part of Lesotho increasingly more and more horses are about and are now the de facto mode of transport. It’s clear to me now why; the roads are dire in the south. They are more like assault courses than roads. Ideal for horses. Regardless, the men and women on their horses are a magnificent sight with their hand made saddles and sporting their huge blankets.

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Finally, Molly manages to get me on a horse for a trek down to the falls. Apparently it wasn’t enough to get me on a camel and poke fun at my camel driving ability in Morocco. Now, I did ask for a big horse but it seems that they are “one size fits all”. So, my pony is up for a long struggle under my huge muscular bulk for the next few hours. And no mount of encouragement would make it go any faster. Molly on the other hand was delighted to be back on a horse and cantered off. I was impressed.

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That night we drank and got drunk on a few delicious Maluti beers. We christened them Maluti Muti. And got chatting to some folks at the bar. The Lesotho’s that we encountered were wonderfully welcoming and genuine. Even the women working in the kitchen who had no English and insisted on calling us “Mama & Dada” were wonderful. Lesotho is officially on the “return to” list.

muni