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Across the Lesotho border, over some breathtaking, high-altitude passes, beyond a few sparkling mountain streams, above a zig-zagging valley carv… Read More
Across the Lesotho border, over some breathtaking, high-altitude passes, beyond a few sparkling mountain streams, above a zig-zagging valley carved out by the magnificent Maletsunyane River, lies a little village called Semonkong. Anonymous horsemen patrol its streets, and bleached-white Angora goats graze amongst the huts. Once a month, when conditions are right, and the senior statesmen say so, the horseracing fraternity of Semonkong gathers in a wide, flat valley for a day at the races. The stakes are high. And plenty of money changes hands. We were lucky enough to catch one of these race days, and it was an experience we’ll never forget. Read Less
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