So what am I going to do about it. Firstly I am going to try and make people jealous by writing about our past trips and our hopefully many future trips, money allowing, that are due to happen next year.
So where do I start? Well let's start with our recent Lesotho trip. Lesotho? You ask where is Lesotho. Well if you live in Africa you'll know exactly where Lesotho is. For those that might be reading this beyond the Dark Continent then Lesotho is a small, mountainous, landlocked country surrounded by South Africa. Dust off the old school atlas and if it's new enough it'll show Lesotho; if it's not (and now you'll be giving your age away) then if you see a country called Basotholand it's one and the same.
Why did we go to Lesotho? An adventure was desperately needed and we wanted to give some visiting Poms something they would remember for a long time. Visiting Poms? Let me explain. There is a Land Rover internet forum ( http://www.landrovernet.com ) which I subscribe to and there are a number of South Africans,especially around Johannesburg, that are also on the forum. Well in one of our Gauteng chapter pub meets Marc's partner, girlfriend, extremely long term relationship lover, etc (Brigid) suggested we get some Poms out here to experience what Land Rovers really do. An idea was readily born amidst the murky depths of George's Gold Diggers bar. Marc then hastily goes onto the forum and invites any one willing, to fly to South Africa and we will give them a time of their life. All they need is the cost of a return airfare and spending money. True to form many say how they would love to come but unfortunately it falls over their dog's birthday or they have heard that someone their parents once knew thirty years ago has an ingrown toe nail and are about to lose it and it means they can't now get out here to accept the offer.
However two upstanding members of the British forum accept the challenge; Roger Whittle and Andy Deaves. Both scout masters I hasten to add. Two people who love adventure and are not afraid to admit it. Do people try to talk them out of it? Most definitely. How can you just go to Africa they are asked? You don't even know these people. Maybe there was a belief that we are starving in Africa and were encouraging well padded Poms to come out so that we could throw them in a cooking pot and eat them. Might have worked in Roger's case but definitely not enough meat on Andy.
The Father Christmas looking chap is Roger and the one pretending to drink mampoer is Andy.
So two hearty fellows buy their tickets and arrive in Africa. That is how the Lesotho trip came to be.
Now I must hasten to add there is nothing strange about Andy and Roger. Why do I say this? Because they are not represented in my previous blog about strange people.
More on the Lesotho adventure soon.
