The next morning the coffee gets made early because that's the last of the water. We are wanting to use the cool morning to get to Iona.
Deja vu.
Luckily it turns out to be only a scare. Once we hit the main road to Iona things improve markedly.
So much so that we start seeing the beauty in nature again.
And it's always enjoyable to breathe the morning air from the seat of a bike.
Here and there a bit of a climb, but it is just entertainment.
We even get to use third gear! What a joy.
We run into a frenchman doing Africa solo. He's done over 300 000km in this Land Rover. All in Africa. Talk about hardcore!
This was to be the only vehicle we saw in 6 days of riding. It was in fact the longest I have ever ridden without coming across any other vehicles.
We get to Iona and find that we seriously overestimated the place. It is one school building.
Nothing else.
No shop to buy food, no nothing. Not even a hut. Just veldt, and this school. Unbelievably, the school is operating.
What you see here is a common theme through-out Africa. It still gets to me everytime though.
We now get to another of my concerns, mentioned at the start of this report. We are now in the middle of
Parque Nacional do Iona. National Parks as a rule do not allow motorcycles. We had long discussions on this aspect when planning the trip. The consensus was that the odds that we would run into a patrol is remote enough for us to risk it.
Hennie and Nardus have been jailed in Botswana specifically for this reason. Angola is the very last place on my list of preferred places to be jailed.
The police post in Iona is a couple of kms up a dead end road into the mountains. We can very easily bypass them.
But, we need water. When you need it, you NEED it. So we pull into the police post. Once again, we find friendly, helpful folk that let us get water from their containers. I suck down a quick litre and fill again. Man I like this country.
And things just gets better, Iona is the last of the mountains and we ride into the soft velvet plains.
It is just fantastic to open up. Damn! It's the first opportunity on this whole trip.
I have no words to tell you how sweet it is.
Look Ma, no rocks!
And it's pretty.
We start seeing Welwitchias, in fact lots of Welwitchias. This means that we are entering the Namib desert.
The sign says it all. We should be fine.
As the desert starts to unfold we hit a horribly corrugated section. But we cannot let the tyres down as it is interspersed with embedded rocks. So we we just rattle on.
We cover a lot of distance.
And some more. Strange how the nothingness of a desert can be so beautiful.
We make up a lot of time lost over the previous days.
We make a detour to go and see what the Kunene looks like as it cuts through the desert.
Cooling off time. This trip has everything. We are very fortunate.
Ok, that's it for now. I need to get some sleep.
Here's a teaser for the next installment.