Lesotho is a land of stark contrast – abject poverty juxtaposed by stunning natural beauty.

Crossing over to Lesotho is quite an experience.

Leaving behind the quaint Free State town of Caledonspoort and completing passport formalities, one’s senses are suddenly jolted awake by hooting taxis, haggling hawkers, masses of people making their way home for the weekend and an endless stream of donkeys and dogs.

One thing you learn very quickly when travelling through Lesotho is to drive slowly.