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: 03 Jan 2014
Slowly, lumpily, we wind north into the heart of Lesotho. There are no towns, no villages visible in any direction, just the odd cluster of stone huts huddled into the hillsides. God, they must be cold places to live. Triple-glazing and underfloor heating, I fear, are yet to become de rigueur in these parts.
A shepherd trots towards us on a stumpy horse, driving his dozen sheep down the track in close-knit four-by-three formation. I am impressed by their synchronised obedience, and then realise they're desperately clustered together for warmth. Their owner is wrapped head to toe in a vast poncho, only his eyes visible within the mass of wool. I click up the Sport's heated seats a couple of notches and feel like the worst sort of tourist.