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
The end of days, that's what. As we roll over the top of the pass, Africa's palette shifts in an instant from the aquamarine of a lush valley morning to the black-grey of a post-nuclear winter. Dark, doom-laden clouds close about us and a 70mph wind whips down from the north, spitting grit into our eyes. Photographer Brimble, hopping out to take a photo, has to grab a doorhandle to avoid being blown off the edge and back down into South Africa.
Through the Lesotho border post - a rusted shack and twist of wire that makes the South African effort at the bottom look like Fort Knox - and into a different century. We are faced with the most un-African of vistas, a post-apocalyptic interpretation of the remotest sweeps of Dartmoor: wild, wind-whipped moorland as far as the eye can see, with a rough stone path stretching off into the distance. There is not a tree in sight - we're two miles above sea level, way up above the tree line - just a bleak ocean of scrubby moorland and boulders. The air is thin, watered-down, leaving us gasping for breath like a pensioner with an 80-a-day habit. The Sport doesn't care, rolling calmly on.