T here was no record of any reservation for me at Katse Lodge in Bokong, Lesotho, where I was to stay for the night. Neither I nor the two security guards — one for the lodge and one for the entrance to Katse Village — knew what to do…
…but I could not believe what did happen next:
“Here is a room key for room number one,” said the security guard for the lodge after thinking about my dilemma, knowing that I had no place to go for the night. “You can straighten it all out with the woman who will be here in the morning.”
I was incredibly thankful that there was finally a bed calling my name — especially as he had no proof that I had a room reserved for which I already paid. Starting off with a ride to the airport, three flights — this was one of them — and greater than 14 hours in a car later, I realized that I literally arrived there straight from the United States.
No wonder I was so tired.
I wearily followed him towards the beginning of a short hallway where he opened the door to room number one.
I do not believe I have ever stayed in a Room 1 before, come to think of it.
I walked in; and here is what awaited me:
I did not take a photograph of outside the window of my room because all I saw was a fluorescent light against a wall outside next to the window in the pitch black darkness.
I really do not want to sound ungrateful; but this room just did not look appealing — especially with the mold on the wall of where the shower and bathtub are located. In fact, the photographs actually depict the room better than it appeared in person; and I contemplated sleeping on the bed while still wearing my clothes as I did in Kenya because of the chance of vermin…
…but I inspected the bed carefully and found it to be free of any evidence of vermin, so I got undressed and slipped into the bed. The last thought I remember was that the bed was comfortable. I was out cold after that.