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You’ve heard the stories about Baboon’s Pass in Lesotho: it’s a car breaker; it’s impossible in the wet; it’s about endurance, not skill. Anton Willemse returned from completing this tough 4×4 trail a little battered, but wiser. When I was given a chance to drive Baboon’s Pass in Lesotho as part of a group tour organised by Riaan Jooste of Complete 4×4, I was extremely interested. I had heard it was tough, and at times Grade-5 tough, but definitely something to tick off one’s bucket list. So, I had a look at some videos on YouTube − and particularly one

I have no idea what to expect from the mountain nation of Lesotho. Although tiny compared to South Africa, I have been repeatedly told that the mountain scenery is second to none, and that the locals are extremely friendly. Always on the lookout for new mountains to explore, I know this is a must-visit country. Into Lesotho At a small and quiet border in the North, we are quickly stamped out of South Africa and into Lesotho with a minimum of fuss. The six-month Temporary Import Permit for the Jeep is also valid in Lesotho, so I don’t even talk

SA4x4 and a few friends explore the new four-day Berg-to-Bush guided 4×4 tour over the last ridge of the Drakensberg and into the dusty plains of the Lowveld Not everyone can find the time necessary for a three-week overland trip, yet we all share the same lust for adventure. The new four-day Berg-to-Bush Transfrontier Wilderness Trail, billed as a 4×4 eco-trail by its organisers (the Transfrontier Parks Destinations or TFPD), may just be the perfect escape for Joburgers needing a long weekend break. The route takes us along old Voortrekker tracks previously used by ox carts, to the Letaba Ranch

“This is why I’ve been coming to EG for the last ten years!” Andy James screamed out of the darkness. “For this fish!” It was just after sunset and the two of us had been throwing ‘last casts’ for the past 40 minutes, all in the hope of hooking one of the trophy trout for which this area, and this farm in particular, is legendary. When I wanted to take the new Nissan Navara on a trip to see what all the fuss was about (it was awarded the International Pickup Award in 2016) I phoned a mate whom I

Riding a donkey has never really been high up there on my bucket list, but I guess that when you are in Lesotho, “When in Rome, do as the Romans do” is very fitting. So there I was, camera around my neck, ready to mount my trusty steed and begin our Donkey Pub Crawl. But let’s backtrack a little… Waking up at four in the morning is something that I will never get used to, or be a fan of, even after having been in this job for nearly ten years. This time it was slightly different: it was the

Blood, toil, sweat and tears – and that’s just what it takes to get to the start of Lesotho’s Motul Roof of Africa, dubbed the “mother” of extreme enduro. Once in the Kingdom in the Sky, the hard work really begins. Riders and their two-wheeled machines are required to fight their way up jagged and boulderstrewn mountains before screaming down the other side. They also have to negotiate rocky stream beds, grassy knolls, oppressive heat and dust, drenching rain, people, and often livestock. They need to do all this while taking in plenty of fluids to stay hydrated and keeping

Words Dylan Watkins, Images Dylan Watkins, Darren Taylor, Jacques Klynsmith & Jarryd Murray The thought of tackling Baboon’s Pass in Lesotho came to me when I first got my Defender just a few years ago. The idea of driving along this remote pass was by far the most exciting thing I had ever imagined; all I needed for the trip was a partner with another Defender. After five long years of friends chickening out, I finally persuaded my friend Jarryd Murray to take up the challenge. In December last year, we set off for Baboon’s Pass in two standard Defenders:

Words & Images Andrew Middleton There it is, a snorting beast up to its neck in mire that has the viscosity of bathroom sealant. The cloying sludge lies inches beneath an exhausted cow’s nostrils, which are desperately vacuuming in a mixture of air, water and filth. Having wandered too close to the edge of the Senqu River ten hours before, the exhausted bovine’s neck muscles are failing to prop up the weight of skull and horn. Suffocation is inevitable. Rewind five days to a bright, crisp Monday morning, and it’s the clatter of an almost 70-year-old engine being swung into

Words and images by Evan Haussmann It’s a fact of life: there’s precious little traction between rubber and snow, especially compacted snow. Which is why they invented snow chains. We don’t have snow chains. Rewind, a few days back. “Drive a 4×4 in the snow? Ja, I can do that.” Hell, I’ve driven on practically every other surface, in all sorts of places, all over the world. But what do I really know about snow? So, I ask Google. The omnipotent hive-mind throws up lists that advise: “Accelerate and decelerate slowly. Don’t power up hills.” One unsettling last point catches

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