RR Sport to Africa’s highest pub
Sam Philip heads to Lesotho in a Range Rover Sport for a pint. Because... well, why not?
Posted: 18 Sep 2014
Welcome to no-man's land, population zero. We exited South Africa at the base of the Sani Pass, the border post no more than a couple of Nissen huts and a barbed-wire fence strung across the hillside. Passports stamped, gate slammed behind the Range Rover Sport, and now we are in no-man's land. The Lesotho border lies at the top of the pass, a thousand metres straight up and 20 miles along the track. We're stranded in the space between countries.
My first thought is the only logical one when you find yourself abandoned in a place without laws: so this means we can drive as fast as we want, right? Turns out to be a moot point. Yes, I am loose with a 288bhp RRS in the land that traffic police forgot, but I'm also on a road impossible to tackle at more than 20mph: rutted rock and gravel, tight hairpins and thousand-foot drops off the barrierless edges. Potential for non-speeding-based crime, too, is limited, there being no one, literally no one around to be criminal toward.
Words: Sam Philip
Pictures: Lee Brimble
This feature first appeared in Top Gear magazine