The top of the world

“Quashasha!" AA curses as he kicks a flat tyre. Indie Boy, SeeSee and I run for a pit stop “Get back here” he gets very authoritative when needed. In the four years I've know him, you can tell something’s up if he orders us around like this.


I have a bad feeling as I watch AA, Daddy P and IB change the last spare tyre.

We have fifty km to the next town, we’re 3000m high and the heavens are open.


AA doesn’t let us out of the car as he pulls into a truck stop town. He says the people are wild and not like we’re used to.


They are, the Mountain People.

I’ve always divided my time between the city and highlands, and the mountain people are by far, the scariest.


The first time I really saw these people was when I was four, travelling in Lesotho.

So high, you’d think they’d be closer to God. To live in the bleek Rural, with cold cold winds and intense rains, no comforts, no opeertunities, just mud.

You’ve got to be pretty tough, and a bit beyond the normal human.


We get to the town and the electrical lines are down. Frustrating, because we need to repair the tyres. Diva Esq we call the chap in charge of the country’s energy supply, as a friend, he understands and assures us it’ll be on at 8pm.


AA won’t let us out of the car, he say’s it’s unsafe and we all agree, these people don’t often see foreigners.


We get our hands on a few guards, and a hotel which is under construction-this weekend they begun decorating two of the rooms. Perfect.

The tin roofs glisten when the sun peaks out from the rain clouds.

The people see us every now and then, some have watched us all afternoon, a few have shown their dislike to us, but for now, while the sun is up for another hour, I feel okay locked up in this big empty building.


Photographs: Indie Boy and Moi