Venture into Angola – the introduction

We have decided to leave the lager louts swimming in their bibs of beer in Cape Town, during the World Cup, and venture north into uncharted territory for all of us. Although partly regretting we are not to be caught up in the fervor of World Cup mania, an altogether new and intriguing adventure awaits us. Angola.
Four car loads will convene on the banks of the Cunene River; the border between Angola and Namibia on the 12th of June, to launch our foray into Cunene Province and the north. For the young ones it promises adventure far beyond the Tintin books, and there will be no Model T Ford, Captain Haddock or guide called Coco this time. The party is made up of the Franschhoek Crowthers, the Hemel-en-Aarde Crowthers, the trout-wielding Stubbs family and Catherine and myself. Catherine has been thrown in at the deep-end and is brushing up on her ‘protecting from jiggers‘ skills and has forcibly taken the role of self-appointed camp cook, for the Dogcatcher that is. Can’t think what is wrong with my beef wellington on coals?
So here are a few photos of the places we pass through and a map. The Map shows the proposed route into Angola, northwards first and then returning along the coast and river back to Ruacana..

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Oupareply
May 12, 2010 at 06:05 PM

Sounds like an ambitious trip. But no doubt expertly planned and rigorous Risk Assessments have been undertaken in view of the inclusion of inumerable ankle-biters.
Suggest that Catherine takes a good stock of earplugs and reading matter. ie. 100 different ways of hunting, gathering, and cooking a braai!!!!

Joreply
May 12, 2010 at 06:05 PM

Indeed, many a cross-referencing is being undertaken. We are hoping that Catherine has enrolled at the Cordon-Bleu Bush Cookery Course without me knowing. There is no compromise on the diet! Meat on the way up and fish on the way down. It is supposed to be a coast that throws up a vast array in large amounts. Hooks are being sharpened..

John Lerouxreply
May 17, 2010 at 04:05 PM

You’ll surely go down as the demigod of fishing if you land a marlin from the coastline! Shameless personal plug: You may want to bring along an American to ensure that you cannot only hook the marlin but actually land him. I can think of one such ethnocentric man…

Joreply
May 17, 2010 at 07:05 PM
– In reply to: John Leroux

As a man whose pastime is to trawl the shore’s of Lake Michigan for Mooneyes or immature bowfins I am not sure how much help you can be with the king of the Atlantic. Perhaps a more suitable role can be found in the service of ice-cold Nova Cuca cerveza and sliced chorizo.
There will be a time, old chap, where you are initiated into the ways and the wilds of Africa….

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