Not to mention this.
Driving in Lesotho is perhaps not for the faint-hearted and I was usually in need of a stiff gin after a day's driving - but looking back, I wouldn't have missed our adventures with Madonna.
One last hint: Basotho villages have a unique version of signposting. Different coloured flags (or plastic bags) hoisted aloft advertise different wares for sale. White for bread, green for vegetables, red for meat, yellow for beer (I think).