8 Kilometer lang, 945 Meter Höhendifferenz, steiniger Untergrund, harter Gegenwind mit Regen auf den ersten 3 Kilometern, dies sind die Fakten meines formal degree training in Africa. After running over 400 kilometers in just under 5 months, this is a worthy finish. At home waiting for finally the Sola-relay race. The loose
Lesotho border guards stamped me out. Now I wait in their frontier house for a ride down the Sani Pass, where the South African border post. Some experiments with different tour companies, which chauffeur rich white from South Africa for a short coffee break at the top and bottom fail. After an hour chatting with the tax collector a private car driver says with three women when I explain to him my intention when I "such a stupid idiot" is, he would take me with you. Thank you!
The very steep drive down the serpentine shape is not easy, for even a truck convoy comes with firewood which crept up to big-strewn trenches pass road. No one wants to go backwards or evade and everyone waits until the other gives way. It is pouring rain. In the car there are a half Swiss, living since 1950 in South Africa, which offers me two cottages Lindt chocolate. Many times I gratefully accept the sweet offer. An extremely interested in me hydrology from South Africa I also tried for some water projects at her university to win. For fantastic entertainment.
Down in South Africa I will be stamped and stamped again. Rarely stupid bird, this Swiss thinks the tax collector well, I can see it in his face. However, he noted down points to my request, the current time next to the stamp.
Now I am on my own. It is located in the pouring rain and cold wind against the pass hochzukämpfen. I think sometimes even a good rhythm and I'm making good progress. In the middle phase, I have a short break, but, in the serpentine again struggled against the relentless head wind, until I stamped after 1:02 hours above the Zöllner-haven again. Even this tax collector to me the time recorded in the pass
After the obligatory hot shower I feel cold but so so in the sleeping bag that I again open my to tax collectors to look at is whether not having any money raise a blind warming government of coal, because wet wood gets even the best fire master no room warm. What was three hours ago still referred to as totally illegal, suddenly made simple: It is Sunday evening, four of bored customs officer sitting in the house just before five clock and the bag cost me 20 Rand (4 CHF). It is exactly the sum which they celebrate for four evening beers here have to pay up. Us the warm 50 kg of coal to them from within the Maloti-warming beer. A win-win situation! After initial problems with paraffin heat in the dorms, we agree that we sweat in the night in a sleeping bag ... 
Lesotho border guards stamped me out. Now I wait in their frontier house for a ride down the Sani Pass, where the South African border post. Some experiments with different tour companies, which chauffeur rich white from South Africa for a short coffee break at the top and bottom fail. After an hour chatting with the tax collector a private car driver says with three women when I explain to him my intention when I "such a stupid idiot" is, he would take me with you. Thank you!
The very steep drive down the serpentine shape is not easy, for even a truck convoy comes with firewood which crept up to big-strewn trenches pass road. No one wants to go backwards or evade and everyone waits until the other gives way. It is pouring rain. In the car there are a half Swiss, living since 1950 in South Africa, which offers me two cottages Lindt chocolate. Many times I gratefully accept the sweet offer. An extremely interested in me hydrology from South Africa I also tried for some water projects at her university to win. For fantastic entertainment. Down in South Africa I will be stamped and stamped again. Rarely stupid bird, this Swiss thinks the tax collector well, I can see it in his face. However, he noted down points to my request, the current time next to the stamp.
Now I am on my own. It is located in the pouring rain and cold wind against the pass hochzukämpfen. I think sometimes even a good rhythm and I'm making good progress. In the middle phase, I have a short break, but, in the serpentine again struggled against the relentless head wind, until I stamped after 1:02 hours above the Zöllner-haven again. Even this tax collector to me the time recorded in the pass
After the obligatory hot shower I feel cold but so so in the sleeping bag that I again open my to tax collectors to look at is whether not having any money raise a blind warming government of coal, because wet wood gets even the best fire master no room warm. What was three hours ago still referred to as totally illegal, suddenly made simple: It is Sunday evening, four of bored customs officer sitting in the house just before five clock and the bag cost me 20 Rand (4 CHF). It is exactly the sum which they celebrate for four evening beers here have to pay up. Us the warm 50 kg of coal to them from within the Maloti-warming beer. A win-win situation! After initial problems with paraffin heat in the dorms, we agree that we sweat in the night in a sleeping bag ...
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