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Bonjour from the Congo, Here is how my last 2 days played out. Red is when I was on the boat. So yesterday morning I got a call from Basilio that one of his guys managed to organise me a boat going to Cabinda. The main ferry that goes to Cabinda is broken. So I hung around the whole day…
Bom Dia, My route for the last 2 days! Day 10 I left Ferdie and Luanda early this morning. I was onto the ring road just before 8am and headed North towards Nzeto. The ride out wasn’t to bad, the traffic was bearable and the road was good tarmac. Ferdie, my host in Luanda! Dankie Ferdie was awesome gewees! I…
Ola, My route over the last 2 days. I’ve had 2 very relaxing days in Luanda with my host Ferdie Nell. We were putt in contact through Deidre’s dad. They knew each other from a long time ago back in Namibia. Day 7, I got up early saturday morning, packed up my gear and headed for the petrol station just…
Ola, The route the last 2 days. Where do I start… Lets start with a goodbye. Nellie and I left Etosha at 7am. He was heading back to SA via his uncle’s farm in Aranos, Namibia and I was heading for the unknown. The day started out really good. There was a nice cool breeze keeping the pants and jackets…
Howzit! (Hello in South African slang) We had a long and hot day in the saddle. We did just over 600km from Divundu to Etosha. The roads are in extremely good condition with almost zero potholes. The local road guys really do a good job looking after Namibia’s roads. Map of today This is how our day started. We headed…
Luanda, Luanda, Angola.We left Benguela and headed for Luanda with a stop in Porto Amboim on a beautiful beach. Luanda, however, was a nightmare. The city is a mix of corrupt officials, constantly traffic jams and offroad driving that could rival … Continue reading → Luanda, Luanda, Angola. We left Benguela and headed for Luanda with a stop in Porto…
Benguela, Benguela, Angola. In the early afternoon, we arrived in Benguela. We tried phoning our friend from the border, Carlos, a few times, but it went straight to voicemail. We drove through the city, bought some groceries and tried calling him a few more times. The city was lovely, but there was no campsite and a cheap hotel in Angola…
Huila, Angola. The first night we camped in the bush. Sometimes, a cow would walk into the camp, but we made a small fire, had a good dinner and both sets of parents called to ask us how it had gone. The next morning we drove away heading for Lubango, one of the larger cities in Angola. When we drove…
→ Oshikango, Cunene, Angola. We entered Angola through the Santa Clara border post, the main border crossing from Namibia. The Namibian side of the border was chaotic. Several people warned us to keep a close eye on the car and watch out for young border residents desperately trying to make a bit of money. I filled out the documents on…
Friday 28th to Saturday 30th June 2012. Lobito, Binga Bay, Luango. The next morning was overcast, the grey sky just a few shades paler than the motley skin of the baobab which towered behind Bluebelle. We had a peaceful, and thankfully undisturbed, night. We all had a bit of housekeeping on the agenda today. We fuelled up on more cheap…
Wednesday 27th to Thursday 28th June 2012. Dondo, Cangulo, Quibala, Wama, Balombo. Just before 7am the next morning we heard a bike approaching our camp. It turned out to be Bruce, owner of the land we were camping on. He explained that he doesn’t allow public access as the land is home to a turtle conservation project. This time of…
Tuesday 26th June 2012. Bay of Wrecks, Luanda, Miradouro de Lua The following morning we were on the road by 8am and made our way straight to the Bay of Wrecks. The road was smooth tar and an easy drive. Just before the dusty beach road leading out to the bay we found ourselves a fuel station selling diesel for…
Sunday 24th to Monday 25th June 2012. Nzeto. Musserra, Barra do Dande. The next morning we were woken early by a loud religious service on a fuzzy Portuguese radio. A man who worked at the tower had come at 5.30am to start his day. We had seen some signs of life when we set up camp, but didn’t expect him…
Saturday 23rd June 2012. Mbanza-Congo. It was a short distance to the Angolan border post and the difference in infrastructure from the DRC was stark. Immigration was a freshly painted imposing cement rendered building surrounded by high fences and wide roads. It also seemed a lot more organised here, with less people milling around and less general chaos. Still,…
The plan was to head straight down to Matadi on the DRC border, where we would pick up our Angolan visas, but we had heard that people had recently been turned away and told to return to Kinshasa. So we decided to stay in Kinshasa and try to get the visa there. This would mean…