Hey Inmates, Howzit ! It has been a while since we returned from our ride across South Africa and Lesotho over the Christmas holidays of 2018. My name is Naveen and along with my buddy Nicolas we spent 12 days riding across South Africa starting at Johannesburg, through Lesotho and ending our adventure at the lovely city of Cape Town. This was the first time I was on a tour this long and I hope my words do justice to the joy and pleasure that we experienced during our journey. This also happens to be my first ever ride report. I intend to do it in parts instead of one large thread. If you find my content to your liking or have anything at all that you would like to say, I would like to hear from you in the comments. Cheers. Day 1 – The arrival of our beasts of burden We had spent our first few days in South Africa doing what all tourists do. City tours, museums and safaris. On the day we returned from our Safari we were treated to the sight of a pickup truck with two beautiful motorcycles on its flatbed. After getting the machines on the ground, we were told by the delivery person that the battery of what would be my motorcycle for the next 12 days was dead. Not a great start I know but nothing that a quick phone call to the rental company couldn’t fix. Day 2 – Johannesburg, South Africa to Roma, Lesotho – 480 KM The nice lady at the rental company arranged for one of their managers to replace the battery. He arrived in the morning to switch the batteries and this resulted us in starting our tour a couple of hours later than planned. We did the routine check and were finally locked, loaded and ready to roll. Soon after we rolled out of the lodge, right around the first corner Nicolas loses his balance and lays the bike on the floor and he rolls on to the grass by the sidewalk. We lifted it up with some effort and continued our journey. What an amazing start. The ride out of Joburg wasn't anything exciting. The ride was long and uneventful apart from dust devils in the distance, strong winds and the draft when a truck passed by. Around 40 km before Bethlehem my tank light lit up. I wasn't sure how long I could go on reserve before the bike would stall. We kept riding until we decided to stop and look for a gas station on the GPS. The next one was at Bethlehem that was 10 km away. From there the border control point at Caledonspoort wasn't far away and we arrived at the immigration at the border not too long after. We parked the motorcycles and stood in queue like the rest of them to get our passports stamped. We were the only foreigners as far as I could see. After getting our exit stamps we rolled into Lesotho where we had to go go through the same procedure to get in. Stand in queue and get the stamp. We then drive past the gate and right into Lesotho with a wonderful view of the mountains and rock formations. The reception in our phone was dead as we had no roaming on our plan. We drove through some little towns and the roads and views were getting better by the kilometer. We stopped a couple of times to take a few pictures. Nicolas even tried his drone but the winds were far too strong to control the drone. We decided to take a turn before Maseru and bypass the capital entirely. After a while the road ran out and it was just dirt and gravel. After confirming with Nicolas if this indeed was the right way we got up on our pegs and drive down the trail with big smiles on our faces. Our first off-road track on our tour. It was quite fun until the asphalt began on the other end of our trail. The winding roads and incredible views kept us happy though until we arrived at our stop for the night, Roma. The Roma Trading Post lodge is an old base set up for trading in the mountains which now serves as a lodge for travellers visiting Roma. For the record, just before arriving at the lodge we had to ride up a mildly rocky incline. A car coming our way didnt seem like he was going to stop and before I knew it the motorcycle was lying on its side. Guess Nicolas and I are even and equally embarassed. That was pretty much it for our first day on the road.