When I was a child my mother, brother and I would go up Sani Pass and cross into Lesotho to go to the Black Mountain which is where my father's memorial was. The road back then was 4X4 only and the vehicles of choice for the operators were Land Rovers. Sani Pass is phenomenal, with extreme hairpin bends and rivers gushing down cliffs, over the dirt road and then tumbling away into the void.
I always found it amusing that the Black Mountain, the highest point in Southern Africa we were told, was really just a hill on a very high plateau. They call that area Sani Top but I'm not sure if it was always called that.
We were bumping along up that fantastic road with the Landy rocking from side to side and my brother who was sitting in front of me was falling asleep. The effect of which was that he kept bumping his head on the window of the Landy.
My mother noticed this and said, "Watch your head Arno."
He looked thoughful for a while, turned to my mother and said, "How can I watch my head Mummy?"
A valid question I think.
We were bumping along up that fantastic road with the Landy rocking from side to side and my brother who was sitting in front of me was falling asleep. The effect of which was that he kept bumping his head on the window of the Landy.
My mother noticed this and said, "Watch your head Arno."
He looked thoughful for a while, turned to my mother and said, "How can I watch my head Mummy?"
A valid question I think.
