W/P 863 S22’ 36.649 E017’ 04.226 Alt 1706mtrs
Heading for Angola…Breakfast at the Cunene River, Wyand looks back to past relics he used along this border …they now join us at the breakfast table. W/P 865 S17’25.808 E014’09.121
As you can see if you have been able to take some time out and read just a short version of the Namibian events and the genuine wonderful people we have had the privilege to meet, you can’t imagine how tough it is to leave and start the real test adventuring through Africa in a homemade buggy heading north along the west coast, it was tough leaving and the strain was in Elayne’s eye’s as we headed off into the early morning rush hour, the security of Windhoek will be gone, our new friends left standing on the pavement waving good bye their lives continue we may never see them again.
I feel all chocked up and fighting back the tears once again, this time it feels as if our last connection to Southern Africa will be gone. I wave to Conrad and Schantel straining my head, Elayne waving both of us shouting out our farewells above the rush of the morning traffic, bystanders also joining in our Victor packed full to the brim rumbles off into the early morning Windhoek rush hour mayhem.
It’s not long before we are alone on the road once again the cool morning air brings a sharp reality, as we try to snap back into focus, we are off….. The west coast of Africa begins Elayne and I exchange that look our eyes which tell everything, the excitement begins the unknown will arrive at every bend, we have those all important visas firmly in our passports Victor will have to do the rest.
But we have one more goodbye to say, Okahandja we need to drop in to give a big hug to John and Anjekie at their farm. They had been so welcoming so warm there was nothing John would not have done for us, just getting that Namibian number plate when we had failed after a 3 day hunt proved how John had been so interested in Victors challenge.
We call into to Okahandja saying our last good bye’s to John and Anjekie turning north onto the B1.
Again we wave our goodbyes, this time we sit silent for a 100 klms.
Victor bumping along, his bumpy problem not registering with us, we both felt down even as our new adventure begins….the reality dawns the excitement wanes……….This is going to be tough I exclaim to Elayne who knows full well it will be….Yes she replies …..Again her face saying more than her words.
Again we sit silent the kilometres rolling under Victors wheels, I was trying to stay focused my thoughts churning, do we have everything, is that wet season going to come early, the mindless list is endless I feel lost in my own thoughts not being able to make sense of them….just what hell are we doing!!!!
I could not help Elayne with her emotions and to make things worse at 57 Elayne had just started her menopause, those hot rushes were coming thick and fast, YIKES another new experience for Elayne (and me) adding even more discomfort to this West African adventure business.
She had clearly expressed her feelings and was not looking forward to this part of the journey, (The West African coast) the visas difficult enough, but those back tracks and mined countryside, the humidity, not a favourite on any long distant traveller’s agenda.
The mood is solemn in the car…………..
A last stop at Okahandja Africa Aqua saying our good-bye’s to John and Anjekie.
What great memories… I try and change the mood in Victor, what great memories I repeat smiling at Elayne, such warm friendly people, that chance meeting in time in Walvis Bay and those following chain of events always amazes me how we just meet the right people when we really need them, and those guy’s really were the right people at the right time.
Is it going to be like that Chris Elayne exclaims…. meeting the right warm friendly people at the right time when we need them the most?…..sure it will I exclaim, hoping to put a positive spin on the unknown….. Sure it will always be like that always. We grab a quick hug my left arm around Elayne our heads buried together as Victor bumps along our Gps constantly heading north Namibia’s beauty stretches out all around.
Sure you may say what’s the problem, what’s all the fuss about you may ask, dawning of another adventure the thrill of the unknown countries to explore. All to true ……. my thoughts hanging on to that dream, but our friends had warned us how difficult this journey could be and it’s hard to fight back all that negativity.
The Angolan visa had been a tuff visa to get, you can ask any traveller that question who had tried…..most giving up…… and Victor needs to get across unharmed,…. us to…. The thought of breaking down in Angola and then the approaching wet season comes on time we could be stuck for months.
This was a worrying thought indeed. Our dear travel friends Billy and Trish (Australians our age, sorry Trish on motorbikes had warned us about the wet season in Angola) and they had travelled through Angola just making it through before the roads and tracks went to hell and stayed there.
Elayne wipes her tears away our quick hug brings back to many emotions for her to many goodbyes, to many unknowns ahead.
The road drumming under Victors wheels we push on, nothing more can be said we again feel alone adrift the straight Namibian road disappears far off, my eyes trying to find the end of the road, I too have a lump in my throat fighting back my own tears,…..Yikes am I going through that menopause ?????
The beautiful Namibian countryside again not even registering a comment from Victors crew her beauty, our eyes fixed to the horizon both of us wondering what lies ahead.
When will we be crossing from this Continent to European Spain back to our friends in France ……it seems light years away I struggle reading the map in my mind …God its a long way north from here ……………we haven’t even started and I am wore out mentally.
Victor is still bumpy and it is getting worse………….
And I don’t know what the problem is or what it could be, it is always the way when we had the opportunity to have all the means to fix the problem…I had forgotten all about Victors bumpy ride which comes and goes at different speeds.,
I feel pretty stupid for forgetting about something we have be moaning about since Swaziland…..
And now it feels worse……. How stupid could I be……how stupid could I be my words mumbling on and on in my head.
Elayne try’s to clam me down…..We had a lot on in Windhoek what with those visas, all those appointments, I’m sure you will be able to fix it you always do.
Elayne’s words ring in my head, and I feel even worse as Elayne expresses her faith in my ability to fix all these mechanical issues anywhere in the world at any time….but this time I am not sure what the hell is going on.
But I am still mad and I carry on with my ranting, how stupid to forget about Victors symptoms or was it the strain of all the last weeks’ activities and I was just getting a little nervous about Angola and tunning in to all Victors noises and squeaks, and that bumpy ride which is getting worse, I know its getting worse, I just know but I don’t want to except it I just don’t.
I know there is something wrong an oscillating bump with comes and goes with varying speed …but what could it be?
Elayne is struggling with her Epilepsy to-day (5-6 April) I can see she is not with me and I feel the strain of leaving Namibia as well, hitting the road again has started her condition heading off …Angola…..you must be mad…..all our South African friends trying to point out the dangers ahead, nobody travels around this place you have both got to be mad all those guys know is how to fight they had been fighting for 20 plus years….can you imagine what the place is like. I was unable to reply to our South African friends I have never been to Angola I cannot judge this Country according to my friends good and well meant advice……but what if they are right ???
You can’t forget about these words the constant inference, read between the lines, the shaking of our South African and now Namibian friends heads as we tell them about our journey ahead, Your both getting on they would say you are not 20 any more,…..did you know we have 19,000 murders a year, 52 a week in South Africa ……Angola….you are really crazy even contemplating going to that place. It is all to real an issue, but I try not to dwell on those shaking heads and frowning faces….your mad not crazy MAD….bloody MAD.
All this terror and war……………..
Elayne and I have tried to block all those well meaning comments, the constant advice not to go into Angola ……stay in Namibia its very safe here our new friends wanting us to stay and enjoy their company and beauty of Namibia.
Staying positive is a tuff business when you are an Overlander, those comments floating around now in my thoughts on a daily basis.
I feel bad I had not been more in tune of late with Elayne’s epilepsy problems, And now this the new menopause nightmare, new moods new emotions…CRICKEY what’s a bloke to do with that the Angolan minefields look as if they could be easier to deal with !!!!
But Elayne’s epilepsy problems I have lived with this long enough, and should have known better as to what can trigger her symptoms, the strain affecting her, my ranting continually about Victor’s problems his stupid oscillating bump must play on her mind the stress…. I should have known better, I am kicking myself for going on and on about this stupid problem…..Elayne can’t solve this issue…but she always try’s to make a suggestion she always try’s to help.
All that morbid conversation about mines and wild camping with mines in Angola, and me dying in the tent….what an idiot I have been piling up all these issues even I am struggling with it all to stay positive is becoming tough indeed.
I feel down as well to-day the security off all our dear Swazi, South African, and Namibian friends slowly drift behind us with each passing mile.
I am now constantly thinking about Elayne’s health and what if something happens to her and what would I do if something happened to her……….. The very next conversation is………
Elayne exclaims….. what do I do if you were to die when we are parked miles off on some bush road in Angola unexploded mines everywhere, do you really think about what could happen……Here I was thinking about what would I do if something happened to Elayne’s health now I am in the hot seat trying to ponder some counter argument.
Elayne carries on as I am left silent thinking about her question… she says I can’t speak Portuguese and I could not move you if you die in your sleep in the tent. I could not even move the car if you were stuck up there.
Do we have to talk about this stuff I try to move the conversation onto some flapping bird perched in the tree as Victor rumbles past….. Look at that…..I exclaim……Elayne is not interested in my bird observations……Elayne carries on with her question….We should know what we would do if something like this happens.
Just kick me out of the tent and mark the spot with the GPS…….and get back to civilization as soon as you can……………….
That’s no plan…. Elayne fires back….. No plan whatsoever.
All very well for you to say that now but your dead…. Elayne still persisting with her questions…what if…..and….she goes on to say…. I don’t think I could kick you out of the tent…. ….Yes I could mark the spot with the GPS you know I can do that……but as for trying to get you out of the tent when you are dead….. …I am not sure I could do that I am really not sure I could do that Elayne shaking her head with my flippant comment just kick me out and mark the spot has not gone down well with Elayne, my flippant comment not amusing her.
And…. and….. Elayne still emphasising the point….even if I could get you out of the tent driving Victor without power steering miles along some beaten mine ridden bush track even you would struggle with, how would that be possible for me?
Elayne had a point for sure but it was too much to try and work out some morbid plan of action, but I feel it’s just the strain bashing into the unknown once again and those hundreds/ thousands of unexploded mines in Angola does put another edge to wild camping.
Date 5/4/2012
W/P 864 S 20’ 18.755 E 016’ 47.250 Alt 1489mts.
Our first bush camp for along time it seems….Elayne finds the local insects interesting.
Weather; sunny and warm blue skies.
This was our first bush camp 250klms from Okahandja after 2 weeks in Namibia with walls which don’t flap in the night ( just past Otjiwarongo) we were still in Namibia parked alongside a railway track, off the main road, Angola still along way away, we eat supper and pondered the future watching the sunset, and evening birds whistle the songs around us, those morbid question will have to wait for another day to be answered, life all to good to enjoy at this moment in time those beautiful evening songs continue until the light fades and we head up to our tent for the night.
Let’s just keep on the positive approach I exclaim to Elayne as we hit our sleeping bags the evening temp cooling fast. I was trying to ease her mind, cuddling up together our embrace comforting our straining minds from what could lie ahead in the next few days. I am sure it will all work out …I’m sure.
Don’t let us dwell too much on what we can’t for-see we will cross that bridge when we come to it. I stay awake as Elayne drifts off to sleep my own thoughts racing around a thousand miles per our.
I am sure it will all work out …my head down I too start drifting off to sleep only to be woken by a distant rumbling, it’s getting louder…….a mining train with 100 carriages is rattling to-wards us.
A huge long rattling train, Elayne wakes …….Oh no she exclaims is this going to go on all night we will never get to sleep…………. our first visiting night monster…..we listen to the clacking wheels become ever loud as the first engine approaches…..clack, clack, clack,….. clack, clack , clack, Our tent rock’s the deafening sound reaching a crescendo we are unable to make any audible conversation, the smell of hot metal and burning air and dust as a hundred carriages pass by. BLAH…..BLAH…….BLAHHHH……just as we think the engine drive has not spotted us.
Lucky for us there were no more night monsters……….well I can’t remember any and I’m sure we would have.
The night passed by and the morning sun strikes our tent those song birds whistle away once again the heavy dew dripping from our the tent, but soon the sun dries everything, and I sit listening to beautiful birds darting to and fro.
Time to get up I shake Elayne …mmmmh….time to hit the road to Angola……the mmmmh is shorter and Elayne does not want to move.
It was good to be back in our tent free from all the world problems it felt great. Porridge is on the petrol stove and we sit warming ourselves in the morning sun.
Perfect timing we just finish our Porridge when we hear that far of rattling sound, the morning birds with their beautiful songs disappear they know what’s coming……
That bloody train is coming back….I exclaim…. the rattling now getting closer every second…….Quick lets get the tent down and pack……we are close to the track and I did not what anymore crap, covering us we were already covered in rusty airborne steel and dust from the last encounter.
Elayne looks up the train track and spots the train you can see miles to the horizon…… here it comes she exclaims.
Our rapid Tent packing skills put to the test as a 100 dusty ore carrying wagons rattle close by.
Our tent packing skills are pretty well down to pat, and we know we have ten minutes before it gets to us fingers crossed……down goes the last mouthful of porridge and Elayne has already washed up and packed.
Elayne is popping behind a bush…..do I have enough time for a pee…..I am not sure I shout back that huge mineral moving monster train just a few hundred metres away…… Elayne appears just in time, the train rumbles past the waving crew bemused by Victor and crew parked alongside the train track, we wave back as we try to cover our faces that rusty steel and hot dust covering us…..thank God we had finished breakfast…..Elayne exclaims both of us covering our faces.
Our wave is greeted by even more vigorous waving and a huge blast from the train’s horn the bored train crew their smiles a mile wide as they stare down at us, they fade from sight arms still waving.
Victor starts up the cold morning had quickly passed the warming sun now hot we leave our track side camp, hopefully that rusty steel and dust will be soon blow off as we head once again north.
The Namibian Landscape is glowing golden across wide open expanses the flat slow undulating landscape beckoning us onward our eyes delighted by her beauty, the warm air dry, clean and clear we feel better our first camp behind us and back on the road, Namibia’s beauty again appreciated the dull dim uncertainty of what lies ahead forgotten for the time being, her visual delight bringing smiles for Victors crew.
We pull over for a short break after being waved down by the Namibian police parked under the shade of a large tree. They were pleasant enough just asking us for our driving licence and waving us on. We also find a tree and take a look at the book type map, Elayne flicking through its grubby pages to find our path forward.
All sorted with the map we climb back into bouncing Victor, and make plans to head to the Ruacana border, crossing the Cunene River into Angola, but you know what happens when you make plans with a border crossing involved.
Cunene River Angola lies north across this beautiful River
Victor and crew wake to a wonderful river camp along the Cunene River Namibia.
Kunene River campsite……………Victor’s crew meet just wonderful people at the right time.
6th April 2012 W/P 865
S17’ 25.808 E014’ 09.121 Alt.774mts
It was a hard choice and in hindsight one I will regret, but Elayne did not want to head across into Damaraland north onto Kaokoland to a place I had marked on the map ‘’the red drum’’ ….yes it really is a 44 gallon drum painted red somewhere in the desert. Elayne argument was Victor was going to get beaten up enough and our time heading north has the wet season hanging over us we can’t see everything. I did not want to put anymore strain on Elayne and I chose to head along the B1 around Etosha Nat. Park to Tsumeb onto Oshivelo, sure not the most sonic route but the road was good and Victor was still bumping along.
Oshakati was the next port of call and we had driven far to much 500klms was to many k’s and it was getting late to find some camp spot, village after village we could not see a place without people, it looked as if all the Namibian people live here and in fact this is the case.
Eventually we find a spot and off the road camp, but it was only a few moments and we are surrounded by villages Victors loud exhaust note attracting inquisitive locals. All well and good but we decided to push on and find a quite camp somewhere else.
We amble along the road heading from Oshikango to Okalongo when a small car packed full off people and luggage waved us down. A very lean middle aged man jumps out of the car as we pull over.
Are you looking for a campsite he asks in a very Afrikaans accent……Yes I reply……Well follow us we would very much like you to stay at our campsite……Great that would be wonderful, Elayne and I grinning from ear to ear……Fantastic Elayne exclaims to me that will save us from trying to find a camp in fading light.
Victor and crew pull off following our new friends. The landscape is flat with so many Donkeys asleep standing in the middle of the road all I can see ahead is our new friend’s small car weaving from side to side with Victor performing the same road acrobatics.
It was a serious problem Cows, Donkeys and yes people which you cannot see as they blend so well into the night. We never drive at night because of this issue but we really did think our new friend’s campsite was just a few klms up the road……After 30klms Elayne suggests we slow down as our new friends are travelling at speeds we cannot maintain.
At last we slow to a stop and watch our new friends disappear into the night.
What else could I do but wait …if they are genuine Elayne exclaims they will return wondering if we have crashed into a sleeping Donkey.
Sure enough we could see headlights approaching….it was our new friends….Is there a problem with your car…..as the lean man again jumps out and rushes over to us before I can move……..No I reply we do not have a problem …its just we cannot drive at the speed you are travelling at……..Sorry man I did not know…… I should have asked your travel speed….. The lean young man still shaking his head apologizing….. I reply…well 80-90 klms per hour is ok but…..before I could finish……no problem the lean young man replies…. us still not quite understanding his name which we cannot pronounce….I will slow to your speed we only have another 120klms to go……….SHIT…..Elayne exclaims as I return my head to the Victors cosy cabin……YIKES…120 klms more after already we had driven enough for us and now we are heading a daylight speeds weaving through all and sundry lying, crossing, jumping out, now on a gravel road……..
What can we do but follow……………
It gets worse the track deteriorates to an appalling state of ruts and bumps even for us, the small overloaded car in-front struggling to make headway its only some fait Panda with front wheel drive the stones and rubble flying from its front drive wheels the dust making it even worse for us. It’s hard to believe this little car is going its almost new and we cannot understand why they are almost destroying this new car. We stop at a small light outside a small mud brick building.
I pull over and the Wyand………tells us this is a small supply shop and they are topping up for the weekend. I climb out of Victor and purchase some beers for later but our new friends refuse to except any payment for our beers and tell us we only have another 15klms to go and we will have a Braai ….its now 9.30am we are starving and the thought of a Braai in Namibia is a mouth watering experience at the best of times…..this was a heavenly mmmmh Elayne exclaims.
I ask why they are not in a car more suitable car and Wyand explains their whole camp ground was almost washed away in the 2011 floods and they lost almost all their possessions.
Wow……I climb back into Victor our new friends clearly not the wealthiest people in the world but their warm hospitality shinning through is touching indeed.
Thanks Wyand and his family for helping us with so much information and warm hospitality, Kunene Island Campsite a must place to visit.
Sand Maps and a Flip video camera so we can capture the information before our old minds forget it…lol….thanks Wyand for you help.
Kunene Island River camp
Ruacana Falls Namibian side
After another tough road section I was amazed to see the little Fait at one stage unable to climb the gradient …but Wynyard again and again spinning his wheels with rocks flying everywhere managed to overcome all the tracks obstacles.
Victor managed without any problems but we were pretty impressed with the ground clearance of a pile of razor blades and wheels 6inches in diameter….well you know what I mean.
A NAMIBIAN CUNENE RIVER BRAAI……………..mmmmh
It was late evening when we arrived at the Kunene Island Campsite it was well set out but we still could see the previous flood damage to the camp Wynyard had explained it was the worse flooding in some 20 years.
Wyand directs us to a small cabin surrounded by trees and banana plants vivid green hanging with small bunches of bananas.
We can see it’s their best cabin and again we are touch by such warm hospitality.
I tell Wyand its ok we have our tent already, so please don’t worry we can sleep in our tent…….as you wish Wyand exclaims but it is yours for as long as you need please don’t worry you are our guests.
Wyand invites us over to their camp when we have our camp in order and wanders of into the purple indigo light back to their campsite at the edge of the Cunene River.
It’s very peaceful just splashing of river fish and croaking crocodiles. The light is still hanging in the sky purple and red the night sky alive with stars the cool rocky hills around cooling us down as the hot day time temperatures give way to the cool evening breeze.
It is a truly wonderful spot and Elayne and I take a few moments to breath in its beauty. I feel a peace after the long days drive at the edge of Namibia Angola lies directly across from our tent we look across the water wondering what lies ahead.
10.45pm we are sitting next to the Cunene River eating some beautiful braai game Wyand’s family who we had only seen squashed in the small Fait make us warmly welcome.
A few beers later Elayne and I crash back into our tent satisfied we made the right choice to take the route we had. Wynyard has lived nearly all his life in Angola and is a wealth of information and can tell us all we needed to know about Angola at breakfast…….this was great our minds at rest we had meet the right people at the right time once again. The sun rose and once again the strange sounds woke us birds and insects buzzed around and we could hear a strange language close by.
Himba people we staring at Victor and the young women were laughing at Victor’s strange shape.
They looked so different they skin glistened in the morning light their platted hair and bare breast so ancient yet so natural.
They meander past still laughing and looking wooden pots and spears in their hands brightly coloured neck bands show their skills.
Wyand is lighting the wood fire to boil the morning shower water in a small rock made ablution block nestled amongst the trees.
It was a welcome shower and shave with hot water Elayne to enjoying the warm water. Breakfast was ready and Wyand and his family wanted to take us fishing in the speed boat which sounded ok to me even as Wyand was explaining how only a few years ago his friends dog was eaten by a crocodile just were we are sitting……YIKES…we could be on the menu.
Angola was Wyand favourite subject and we talked all day as we both failed to start the speed boat Wyand had forgotten the keys and we tried to hot wire it but no luck even with my skills in dabbling with old motors.
It did not matter as we had so many questions about Angola and Wyand and his wife were able to give us on the ground information. It now looks as if we will not cross at Rucana but head 350 klms back to another crossing into Angola at Katwitwi, which according to Wyand was the best way. This to was another option to travel further to the east to see lots of old tanks and fighter plans still let at the edge of the bush tracks. Wynad had fort during the long South African Angolan war and knew all the important facts and which area had been mined the most and what to look out for.
It was clear camping off road was not on the cards areas had never been cleared of mines and never likely to be ever cleared.
It was a little scary indeed but the best news was Wyand knows 2 Angolan Generals very well and if we had any problems he had given us their mobile phone numbers….Wyand exclaims…… If you are in any trouble …or if you have any problems….or if you find anybody which hinders you……..or if you have any problems crossing into Angola…..or if….you have any problems with Customs ……well anything these 2 Generals can fix….ANYTHING and I mean anything.
This was the best information any Overlander could have and I knew instinctively that he was telling the truth about his contacts it looks as if he had many a reason in the past to contact these 2 star Angolan Generals. Wyand goes on to explain, to his knowledge there are 5 Generals ruling Angola, you cannot get anything done without their consent he emphasises once again telling us he has over a million dollars of business hanging in the balance, without any co-operation from his contacts this investment will fail. He goes on to say he had spent some 16 years doing business in Angola but times are changing and he will pack his business up and leave returning to Namibia.
But without doubt Wyand tells us the best news, Angolan people are friendly and peaceful we will not have any problems you will only find warm and welcoming people everywhere you venture, just as always with any city’s be more vigilant as we are well aware these places can always have their problems.
I had not noticed ….no not that dog eating crocodile, but the objects lying next to the Braai…YIKES I exclaim pointing to the strange metal objects ….is that what I think they are I exclaiming to Wyand my horror ….He laughs yes as he bends down to retrieve one of the many odd shapes….Is that a MORTA SHELL…..yes Wyand explains you can find them all over the place if you want you can keep this one or any of the others…..Errrrr No thanks I reject Wyands offer to pick any of these dreadful weapons of a past conflict, shaking my head in disbelief.
Wyand goes on to tell us he operated behind this border during the Angolan South African war and used many an item.
Elayne and I retreat to our tent and soak up the warm delight of the Cunene Island Campsite that dreadful conflict plays out in my minds eye what a waste.
Wyand has told us to not cross at this border but to head back from whence we have come and cross at a smaller border post Katwitwi some 300klm back, It will be quicker and easy I have crossed many times there. You will have less problems all round I know…..Wyands words ring in my head why should I doubt his information.
I am not looking forward to back track some already driven klms well not all 300klm will be back track as Wyand has drawn a map in the sand which will take us along some small tracks so as to venture along some new scenery, even if it still going back from whence we came.
I ponder over the advice and decide it would be an adventure to head across this smaller border crossing. Wyand has also aroused some curiosity as he believes we can still see many war planes lying alongside some tracks 200 klm east of Menongue, but this was also a one way road and it means we would need to return again along this track….crickey all this back tracking just to see some old war junk ….ELAYNE IS NOT impressed one bit with the newly planned route I am explaining.
Chris Elayne exclaims it’s dangerous enough and you now want to clock up some extra 1600 klms on unknown Angolan roads/tracks just to see some old war junk lying around.
I try to muster some interest but Elayne is not impressed at all.
It’s hard to explain but Elayne was right with her calculations we would clock up quite a few extra klms just to get back to our position north of our Cunene river Island campsite waypoint in Angola.
The Katwitwi border lies near the top of the Okavango Delta and these small tracks would be impossible to take during the wet season, but I decide to listen to Wyands advice and see some of Angola which would not be on any travel tourist brochure.
It is hard to make these decisions when you are going to be alone in unfrequented territory even if I have 2 Angolan General’s mobile phone numbers.
The Lonley Plants don’t cover these areas and I’m sure not many Overlanders have or would consider this option, but I am interested in old stuff even if it is old war stuff.
Victor and crew wave good bye to Namibia and the Kunene river Island campsite…………….Thanks to Wyand and his family for all the warm and kind spontaneous hospitality we will always remember you.
Victor near the Okavanga delta heading to Angola.
The Angola border crossing just a few klms away as we finally leave beautiful Namibia.
