Day 8: Dunes to Espenhierra via Doodsakker
Distance: 225 km
Today is the day. Low tide is 10:30, so 11:30 our time. We need to hit the beach at 10:00 our time. We will admit to doing some planning for this part..... You need to get this right, 100% right, otherwise the ocean WILL give you a blood nose here....
Everyone was packed with time to spare and we were on the beach at the entrance of the Doodsakker on schedule. Everyone was briefed about the varying conditions, expect anything but keep going.....
All ready?
And off we went. The beach was pleasant for the first section, the tide was nice and low and the sand hard. The ride was good. On the dune side you can see where the high tide gets to. You don't want to be there on the beach at high tide. We had a look the previous afternoon. Scary is not an understatement.
The low tide and good sand made for a nice ride. The first 40 odd km were easy riding. The rocks were covered with sand, so the passage was easy here too. Almost disappointingly easy.
The sand along Tiger Bay was softer and the riding was more challenging here. The bikes churned the sand up nicely before the cars came through.
The soft sand, especially the sudden change in "texture", gets nasty. We all had our little moments of various sizes, but this one could probably count as a big one....
We encountered another group from the front, they came from the South. The passing of the bakkies in the thick sand was a bit of an issue, but after some recovery and a tyre pressure lecture by our farmers to the other group made their going a lot easier too.
At the end of the Doodsakker, we parked and waited for everyone to catch up. It was a good, mostly uneventful ride and the first block of the goals could be ticked.
The quality of the group was just great. Everyone rose to the occasion when they had to, and we heard no complaints or negative talk. When last did you spend time with 21 guys for more than a week with no issues from anyone. Nothing but positive contribution and being good team players. That was special. Personally, I only knew 3 of the group before the trip, and that was true for most. All the guys exceeded my wildest expectations. It made the Doodsakker uneventful. It is better this way....
We continued down the beach towards the Cunene mouth, the riding was great and the tide still low, so the beach was "nice".
This step was not visible from the approach side and all the bikes did a nice jump down here. But the firs bakkie had an untidy landing. Luckily nothing broke! The other bakkies were notified by radio and they went around. This one qualifies as a near miss....
We wanted to avoid the police at Foz do Cunene, so we made a left turn off the beach towards the road leading inland well before the mouth. The "road" winds through some rocky terrain and we eventually found the road.
The police found us anyway on return from an inland trip. They stopped and were happy with a list of all our names and passport numbers, so we were saved the wait. Great!
We continued inland through the Iona national park. Miles and miles of nothing.
Some resting
These guys must have done some walking....
The vegitation starts again more or less at Espenhierra, a ghost town on the edge of the desert. There is a nice river bed and camp was made here. Procedure was that the bikes would stop at a good spot for camping at about 5 in the afternoon, find wood, make fire and by the time the vehicles arrive, the fire is ready for cooking. Worked like an oiled machine.
Even some fresh mussels....
We were treated to another scenic sunset, and the normal campfire wisdom before a good night's rest.
We had a productive day and I was really looking forward to the ride back to Ruacana - one of the best pieces of road I know.