Sunday morning we were all up early. Time to say goodbeys and hit the road.
It was a good visit in Koës as was last year. :thumleft:
The midget with the big heart. It was good to meet Fiona and to see how you enjoy biking and Namibia. :thumleft:
JJR and I took the great white road to Mariental. It was in good condition and we were in no hurry as we had not decided where we would sleep that night.
Stops ever so often for a chat and a bike.
Just before we dropped off into Mariental and the very first dog that we saw it town came and bit me on the boot!!! :eek7: :biggrin:
From here the trip basically kept on tar which was good. It meant helmettime and that was good. :thumleft:
The man bought me a non alkoholic beer in Rehoboth. That thing was sooooooo bitter and I nearly peed in my pants later on the way to Windhoek!! :lol8:
We pulled in at Arrebusch campsite late afternoon and had a relaxed night by ourselves. Just talking around the fire until it was time for bed. The following day we had another couple of kilos to do and wanted to start early.
Monday morning we moved early out of Windhoek north. Lots of road works to Okahandja and thereafter could we open up a bit.
About lunch we were in Otjiwarongo and I phoned a friend that farms close that we would see him later that afternoon but we first had to go meet an old lady in Outjo.
In 1965 when I was about two months old my father and four others drove from Cape Town to Luanda Angola in a Dodge 1922 motorcar.
The trip was two and half months. My father said by the time they got back I had stopped yelling as it was the reason he went on the trip anyway!!! :lol8:
The night they got back at our house.
My father far right age 44 then offloading the car. He was the cook as he had no mechanical skills. They ate curry the whole two months!! :eek7: :lol8: Two guys were the drivers and two the tyre repairmen and my father the cook.
Newspaperclip in Windhoek which they reached after four days of driving. Most of the N7 and B1 was still dirt then.
Newspaperclip in Luanda.
For years I wondered whatever happened to the old car and its owner. Of the five men I only knew three and they have all passed away.
About 5 years ago a neighbour was at the right time at the right place and he met the owner of the car then and who still owns it. I from time to time phoned and spoke to him and promised him I would come for a visit.
The owner of the car bought the car in 1953 while a student in Stellenbosch. He swapped a tux and a bicycle for the car!!
Somewhere in Angola.
For two days I kept on phoning the two numbers I had of the owner of the car but could not reach him. As we rode the 60 kms to Outjo I thought we would return empty handed, because I had a vague idea of where he stays outside town on a farm and they do not answer their phones. :biggrin:
Luck handed us a good card later that day. :thumleft:
to be continued..........................i have to download some more pics.