We have decided to leave the lager louts swimming in their bibs of beer in Cape Town, during the World Cup, and venture north into uncharted territory for all of us. Although partly regretting we are not to be caught up in the fervor of World Cup mania, an altogether new and intriguing adventure awaits us. Angola.
Four car loads will convene on the banks of the Cunene River; the border between Angola and Namibia on the 12th of June, to launch our foray into Cunene Province and the north. For the young ones it promises adventure far beyond the Tintin books, and there will be no Model T Ford, Captain Haddock or guide called Coco this time. The party is made up of the Franschhoek Crowthers, the Hemel-en-Aarde Crowthers, the trout-wielding Stubbs family and Catherine and myself. Catherine has been thrown in at the deep-end and is brushing up on her ‘protecting from jiggers‘ skills and has forcibly taken the role of self-appointed camp cook, for the Dogcatcher that is. Can’t think what is wrong with my beef wellington on coals?
So here are a few photos of the places we pass through and a map. The Map shows the proposed route into Angola, northwards first and then returning along the coast and river back to Ruacana..