May 2014.

Small, remote, and mysterious.

Over a week in Lesotho, I managed to get mugged and robbed in Maseru, slept in an abandoned church, accessed a village on horseback and talked to a teenager who appeared to never have heard of New York, had a bonfire with four local emergency physicians (and their crazy stories), and was in a minivan when we were accosted by protesters in the middle of nowhere. Awesome.