The Caprivi/Kwando section was loads of fun. As rudi mentioned, the highway was dead quiet and we decided to check out if there might be a gravel road running parallel with the main road... we found a service road all along the high voltage power lines runing the entire length of the caprivi. This was a very weird section - for one the sand was deep, soft and the road was very dificult. The type of road where you scramble around 1st and second trying to keep the bike moving forward.
We also found the strangest settlelments - Omega 1 and 3 which we later found out was abandoned army camps. The camps are full of friendly, unemployed people. Of course we headed off to the nearest shebeen to test ther local beers (black label quarts) and to mingle with the locals.
By this time the brandy/cherry mix was flowing and i struggled to keep rudi's mind on the road to reach our destination for the day, i.e. the kwando river. We made the rule... if you stop you drink. Of course, riding in the sand invoilves quite a lot of stops...