Some pics of our time in Lubango. Waiting for MJ trying to sort the 640


We really felt sorry for Fred, and he looked battered that morning in Lubango.
The left corner of Fred's Dakar headlight has embedded into it forever Doodsakker sand, he will have to keep the light when he eventually sell the bike. How de hell it got in there is a complete mystery, it's embedded into the 2 layers of glass.


While sitting waiting for MJ and Hennie to fix the 640 we had some time to spend staring at the locals going their way in this busy city.
Africa!!!!!!! and they want their cars to look like a rapper, porn-star, drug dealer pimp mobile.


New Mitsubishi's pulling in, they have a weird personalised sticker scheme

I can do a trip on a bike like that.....I think


There's plenty of these taxi's around.

Only big ass birds need apply, this scarecrow don't take shit
