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: 01 Aug 2014
The local Basotho are known as the blanket people, on account of, erm, the fact they wear a lot of blankets. If you spent your life in snowy, sub-zero temperatures - Lesotho is one of only two countries in sub-Saharan Africa in which you can ski (though apparently the vin chaud is frightfully average, dahling) - you'd opt for a blanket-based wardrobe, too. I wonder what made the Basotho leave the clement plains and thick, syrupy air of South Africa below and venture up to this harsh, unyielding land. The reason, I discover later, is that, some 200 years ago, the Basotho became rather bored of being butchered by the Zulu. Anything for a bit of peace and quiet.
As we ford a shallow river, a steatopygous momma materialises from behind a drystone wall, blankets whipping in the wind. She waves urgently at us. I lower the window. "You are... so pretty!" she exclaims in precise, slow English. "Thanks!" I reply, a little bewildered. "You're very pretty too." She nods and smiles. "You are... very big." The Basotho are not a tall race, but then again, neither am I. I begin to suspect something may be getting lost in translation. "Very big... and very fast. I like you. You are a good car." Ah.