At a bend in a road, they got out, walked through scrubland and forest in darkness, passed through a gap in a low fence — and emerged in Costa Rica.
"Further on Up the Road" vowed, "Let's take the good times as they come" and "Land of Hope and Dreams" predicted, "Tomorrow there will be sunshine, and all this darkness pass".
Somewhere in the darkness, they passed each other.
Hope, for a man who has lived through as much as Motshumi, takes the form of impatience for the darkness to pass.
Hope, for a man who has lived through as much as Mogorosi Motshumi, takes the form of impatience for the darkness to pass.
Stalagmites and stalactites loom out of the darkness and pass us as we crawl along, their wet shape and colour reminding us of the human body.
(I accompanied an American major on a tour of the grounds that evening, and in the darkness we passed through two barbed-wire barriers without being challenged.
In the darkness she passed through many locked and chained doors, was searched twice and finally taken to a bedroom where she could just about make out that someone else was sleeping there.
One, that night was falling; and I swear on this bottle that I have never since then (and many years have passed) seen darkness fall in the mountains without feeling an emptiness here in the pit of my stomach.
