Day 2
The first day saw us making the right call to stop, as it was getting dark and we were getting tired. We had a great nights rest in our riverbed camp and our first morning in Angola saw us getting up bright and early. Heiko kicked started our fire and made coffee, which was good because it was quite nippy.
Once we broke camp we started riding, and boy did it feel good. The riding was still the same rocky riverbed terrain as yesterday, but everything feels much better in the fresh light of day. There was about 10km's worth of rocky terrain to go:
After that it opened up into nice single track and we could open the bikes up a bit more:
We hit the Cunene again at about 10:30 that morning and carried on westward:
Had a epic moment with some of the locals, we were coming round this corner and there was this Himba coming from the front on a little bike, we heard them before we saw them because the music was pumping. So we stopped them and asked them "Monte Negro, Monte Negro" and this dude takes out a remote and turns the volume down. So this guy had a proper sound system built into his bike with a remote and all. A Himba, with a bike, with a system, with a remote control to control it all. Anyhow they motioned that we could get to Monte Negro by following the river, on the way we stopped for a quick breakfast consisting of water and biltong:
The road to Monte Negro was nice, nothing spectacular just lekker riding in between the palms and little homesteads. Think it was about 30km or riding next to the river before we hit Monte Negro. So when we get there the police is OK, they're not overly friendly but also not unfriendly. We didn't know at that stage that everywhere you go in these village you have to basically register, that is enter your details in a book. So at that point we're thinking they're just messing us around. They didn't speak English and weren't talking to us either, so we're just sitting in this circle with the police. That's when I remembered that Heiko had MetalJockey's Angola report on his phone, and fuck me if this wasn't the exact same strongman cop:
So we showed him the pic above and then it was all over, ice broken, they just wanted to see more pictures. There was a bit of poignant moment as well when they told us that some of the people on the picture have since passed away. Anyhoo - conversation quickly turned to our favourite topic - Cerveja and where to find to it. P.S. If any of you pass though Monte Negro, please print and frame the arm-wrestling pic - we promised the cop that we will make a plan and it's a promise I intend to keep - somehow.
So off we went with the police to the local watering hole and had about 3 or four beers there. Here's us with our new friends:
By that time it was around 14:00 and we knew we still had a very tough piece of overlanding left - the one MetalJockey referred to as the landmine road. That afternoon's riding to Iona was some of the toughest riding I've ever done. Never ever in my life have I seen so much rocks, 60km's of rock riding. The bikes made the terrain relatively rideable, but it was hard work because it was impossible to get any rhythm, 1st, 2nd, 3d and repeat. No open stretches where you can just relax and chill on the bike. Even when we hit the main road things didn't improve a lot. We stopped, had a quick snack and assessed the situation. We were both tired, sun was in our eyes but we decided to push on to Iona and camp there somewhere. Also, there might be beer.
So we hit Iona and stop by two girls sitting by a building and ask for Cerveja. The point us down the road and say loja (which means shop, but we thought it meant lodge. Bloody hell.). We roll up to the shop, see it's no lodge but see the place is kitted with a freezer and a TV. Wasn't to be though, no beer, at least he had cold water, I was proper poked by then:
What really struck me is that Angola does not have this drinking culture that Namibia has. Anyways, so we're in Iona by the shop and the Commandant rocks up, older fellow, very nice. So we explain to him and show him how we want to ride to Foz do Cunene the next day, where we're from. What also worked very nice in these situations was the map with our route that we stuck to the bike:
They always ask Afrique du Sud? And they always seem happy when we answer Namibia. We asked the Commandant if we can pitch our tents by the shop and he was happy with it, so we did just that. We heated up some tin food, had a lot of water and were just making ready to go to bed when another cop came past, demanding that we come to the police station with him. I went with him and once at the station he wanted to see my papers. I showed him my passport and drivers license, then he wanted copies of those, which I had, but in my tent. No luck though, he just became more animated and belligerent.
Wasn't long before I realised he wanted gazoza, which is what they almost fondly call a bribe in Angola. When he took out cuffs from the desk I traded my principles for pragmatism and gave him 20U$, upon which we marched back to the tents. Heiko knew something was up so when pressed for his papers he immediately gave as good as he got, not backing off. He motioned to me to get the Sat phone, which I did, and he then threatened to call the "General". This was a bluff, but the cop fell for it, so far so that he even gave back the gazoza I paid. At this point in time the Commandant also arrived, probably alerted to the cop's behaviour by the locals. The commandant immediately chased the cop away and told us that there will be no problems. He even sat on a bench by the tents for a while when we went to bed.
Two things that I have to mention from this episode. One is that this was the only dodgy and aggressive cop that we encountered on our trip, and lastly we think the guy was stoned by the way he spoke and acted. Worth noting is also the next morning when we gestured to the shopkeeper what happened he was genuinely upset and disappointed, so I really hope they taught that cop a lesson.
I didn't have a great nights rest that night, and I think we were both up at about 5, both feeling that we wanted to put Iona behind us and quickly. Besides today was the day we go to the sea, but that is a story for tomorrow.