My second and third encounters in Lesotho’s capital city, Maseru, were quite different from the road block. Needless to say I didn’t ask directions upon leaving the Ak47 toting police, just drove out of there quickly, hoping to find a familiar street on the map.
Thirty minutes later we were hopelessly lost and just happened to see two men looking over a wall of an amazing structure I thought might be a hotel. We stopped to ask our whereabouts. Turns out they were employees of a South African diplomat who lived in that Tudor mansion and were most willing to help. They called the Blue Crane B&B and the owner decided it was best to come and get us. Wow, what hospitality! Our two new friends delighted us with interesting facts about their country while we waited.
Our accommodations were charming, the staff most helpful, and the proprietor drew detailed maps to get us to dinner that evening and to help us see the most impressive sites the next day. Her personal history was a highlight of this trip. And I would be remiss not to mention that the pizza served at Primi Piatti, at the Maseru Mall, was one of the best I’ve had in over 120 countries!