Foz is still a long way from the beach, and the beach was where we wanted to be. So we set off about fourish on a very windy track in the sand.
Across the river in Namibia were these cabins. Apparently something to do with mining, but of more interest, and apparently not quite on the photos, were the huge dunes. Now THAT looks like a trip worth looking into.
Every trip has milestones, and this beach was one of ours. We'd got there! There seemed to be slimmest chance a few days back that that would actually happen, so cause for much celebration all round. And commiseration for our fallen comrade. He would have been loving this more than life itself. What on earth was he up to right now?
A few little portraits for our eager readers... first up your favourite little person (with Buttercup in the background):
(last time my ride was to look remotely clean on this trip)
And in an ode to fallen comrades, the bivvy he had made, huddled down behind a sand dune, doing its best to protect us from the fierce, cold Atlantic sea-breeze that was threatening a very uncomfortable night:
Tomorrow... the DOODSAKKER!!!!!!
Topic: Ngola Kingdom: Motorcycle (mis)adventures in south-west Angola (Read 56754 times)