? Why do men wander through the world instead of standing still?
Bruce Chatwin
Hello after long absence.
The latest stories from the fragonafricanos remitted in the area of \u200b\u200bKinshasa. Unfortunately for some, surely our latest adventures have lost interest in that we were not pirates struck again, we returned to negotiate virtually tracks insurmountable, and we have gotten into the dungeon of any corrupt police headquarters. Sorry for them, but believe that we appreciate a little break, although I'm sure we will miss so much good fling.
For our own misfortune, the van still playing wheels, making different noises and crashing. Although it seems we have to be used not surprising two things, the amount of damage that can be very short periods of time (sometimes in just a few hours apart) and second and more enjoyable, the residence of our beloved J5 to bring in our fantastic way southbound the black continent.
In Kinshasa we finally got the difficult visa to Angola, nothing more and nothing less than a month, so we jumped for joy at the news. Definitely spend so much time in this city was a great experience, thanks to Mikael and Annia hospitality and for hosting not only at home but for the cultural guiaje and the amount of things that met the Congolese world because of them.
spend the day after the celebration of the Fiftieth Anniversary of the Independence of the country locked up at home, in line with the alarm message sent to the entire white community in Kinshasa not to walk the streets, we started taking advantage of Matadi address was a public holiday and traffic was considerably low. So we Songololo, going back on a track that took us to the longed-Angolan border.
In Angola everything and not be enjoying asphalt, new offices fully computerized migration we confirmed the entrance to the new world, the petrodollar. $ 50 to ask the vehicle to enter the country, we cry to be poor after such a long journey. The type of office is to speak English and have lived many years in Cuba and be studying masters do not know through the Open University in Madrid. Besides making us the paper through the nose, invites us to take our first beers Angolan.
Angola has been one of the most enduring wars on the continent, from 1975 to 2002. Nearly thirty years of war and a country infested with landmines have been the result. In the end, MPLA to power, a lot of oil, corruption, and a developing country step by step. 
In this country we change the language, we finally French and begins the Portuguese, the force will give us better by its proximity to the Castilian. But best is the country's gasoline prices rose. As one of the largest African oil producer prices are ridiculous, a real joy to see the price after filling the tank is so cheap.
After a few peaceful days in the north of the country, sleeping in the van again and walk without fear, crossing spectacular spaces filled with giant baobab trees for miles and miles, and most beautiful open landscapes .
By not charging the battery, we can not turn the lights on the van so we went after big questions in Luanda (in search of our couch surfer) dark. Typically when you enter a big city you do not know is lost, so after cruising around in search the house of our host and therefore in the dark, and have the police sirens behind us, with 4 officers on two bikes, fully armed with machine guns and their bulletproof vests (ups!) by standing. Again touches made the victim. Seeing them the opportunity to aid these helpless tourists, escorted us bike front and rear bike through Luanda to the point of meeting with Teresa, the German girl we will be staying overnight in his small apartment in the capital. This kind of stops, one night and a shower is really worthwhile.
next day thanking the first light of dawn and we are begging in the street someone approaching your car to connect the battery clamps. Luckily it was effective enough to get out quickly one of the most expensive cities in the world. We see that here we are not lost anything.
continued our route to Lobito where we also have some contacts, and where it might be a quieter place to fix the alternator. The drawback in this type of failure is that one can not stop the engine to arrive. Is always the possibility of using solar panels, which is the system we used to be able to stop eating and put suco to the van. The arrival in Lobito was great, even at night, and repeating the scene of Luanda, police Motorcycle by standing, and after explaining our problem as if we just dropped the world over calling your boss if you had permission to escort us to our meeting point with Camil.
Camil is a French family with an interesting mix inbred will be of great help during our stay in Lobito, a rather hectic social life and always fun. There a large family of expatriates and NGO volunteers who help us as possible to know the surroundings, and of course, to watch World Cup matches, including the final. It's amazing the patriotism that comes when one is so far from home and need an excuse, in this case perfect for going to celebrate in the streets wherever you are. Since then between any of those present had a single football fan. That was not important. That if you had to screw it up.
After a few days camping on beaches lost
We had sworn that the roads were paved here to Namibia. You can not imagine the times that we remember the mother who gave us this information, the roads were not paved, nor were tracks in a more than acceptable condition. Some parts genuine agonies. But hey, with great haste kills philosophy, we Lubango, a few days relaxing in the beautiful mountains of Tundavela, 
a walk along the coast of Namibe (pulling the sheets back and shovel to take the van from the beach),
beautiful roads
, and the starter that leaves us lying .. things in life, the trip and the van. This time becomes infatuated with the van in refusing to start, until you see the police and at night, saying that there can not stay asleep. When we say we have a mechanical problem, and we will make a demonstration that the engine does nothing to turn the key, then, brum brum, ... the engine starts again!
Finally, we accompany them to police stations where they kindly offered to sleep on the street, explaining that not long ago some tourists had the odd nasty accident at the place where we were standing, and our security was not to let us sleep there. Angolan police Reamente this kind is passed, no? We were told that the police were just as corrupt in other African countries and most things are resolved with the ticket, but from the same border all the way the police always helped us and never asked us a penny for it. Sera that have raised the salary!
three weeks have been fast across Angola. Imagine that we have granted a transit visa only for five days, which is what we have been hearing that gave recently at the Angolan embassy. There are over 2500 km between asphalt and all types of tracks. It would have been a real crazy. In reality most people ask us how we got the visa, and they did not know there was already a tourist visa. Hopefully opening the world of this country.
We reached a very modern border, nothing to do with what we had encountered so far. The output of Angola without any problem, a stamp and ale, until next time. Namibia input a hello, everybody with the steering wheel to the other side to drive on the left, a stamp in the passport, one for the van .. and wellcome to Namibia!
UNBELIEVABLE! We have come to Namibia. Not that I doubted we had a one-time .. were so many that have come is really disbelief!
first thing is to try to fix the starter motor that is being silly, and other noise that however much we turn we do not know where it comes from. You see it all so beautiful, supermarkets, all kinds of stores, cars, roads, the organization .. you relax, .. and the first relaxation of pay. We went into a super in Ondangwa, and leaving us open the van to take the CD and radio what had happened at hand, Sofia's backpack, camera, phone, cash and card. Shit shit and more shit! Passports are not wanted for anything and went lying on the ground, so you can still say we had some luck, because if they had entertained a little longer, could have ended really ruining the trip. These blind spots are paid, but you learn every day of the errors. This has made us put that raterillos cells are everywhere and not be fooled because the country being more quiet, clean and modern, rather it appears that is the opposite.
Thus we find ourselves in the police station, this time voluntarily !!..( or not!.) To one of the most pathetic statements from theft of the world, really absurd and useless .. Maybe around the world are also .. sure ... but there is a small hope that it works to recover the stolen .. or at least find someone competent. This will certainly not be the place.
Now it's getting back to the van. In a workshop we disassembled the starter, and it seems to be a connection problem because no disassembly see anything out of place. So far so good. Then comes the ruidicito of every day sounds more and that transmission is suspected, we decided to remove, change a broken dust, clean, lubricate, replace the spring and cut the extension had been made in Yaounde to the suspension, to make it to the normal position. Currazo After all, the noise is, until Sophia touches our shoulder and says, .. 'Hey, dammit, not the screw in the address bar is loose' ... ¿..?? Well .. man, but of course ..!!! So care should be taken from now not to listen to Sofia in the mechanical issues! Rubber gasket, tightening the screw, and cross out ta. it was the damn little noise!
We are ready again to travel and discover what promises to Namibia. We're off to Opuwo. Himba entered the region. Women with astronomical hairstyles, all of a battered red ocher, only dressed in a scantily clad or covered with blankets, all in red.
The man boast a ridge more punk style but take your skin with no dye. Before Namibia's independence in 1999 lived much more isolated and with little contact with tourists. Today this country mega resort by the large number of attractions that are causing changes at a pace abysmal advancing rapidly within the Himba community, and most unforgivable is the current plan to build a dam on the Epupa area, which can definitely change their lifestyle.
Following the tracks south of the size of a highway we are leaving small towns to the side where the people trying to stand up to buy their handicrafts, most Himba. Following the south entered the area of \u200b\u200bDamaraland. At first wild antelope begin to appear, but soon we see is a vast area filled diverse fauna. Exit the van and see ostriches, kudu, zebra, oryx, .. walk 200 meters from where we camped and see giraffes .. get into the van at night to hear the laugh of the hyena, see everywhere traces of lions, jackals found snooping around the van, wake up to the cry of monkeys watching us from above the rocky hills .. a real show than we ever imagined.
Namibia, the country that organized the naked eye, an odd mixture between white Afrikaners and black, where herero boast about vintage clothing and hats where Himba see leaving the supermarket with their hairstyles galactic where they drive on the left and listen very rare in Bantu languages. Just spent two weeks and has left us perplexed. It is also true that in such a great extent as that of Namibia only two million people live, there is little police or roadside checks only, and nature with its deserts, savannas, animals, coast and mountains are a delight to enjoy it a little longer.
far fragonafrica chronicles. Do not forget that you want a lot, repeats and repeats that the Alzheimer's cool, and there are things that should not be forgotten. I have a strong presence in this journey that never ceases to surprise and we are learning all around us and ourselves. Much unconditional love and a million hugs to everyone.
I Benvinguda to the extremely large Lluc !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Carlos Felicitats !!!!!!!!!!!!!!! i Roser Incredibollll!! Moltissimmmmm Us estimated.
Indeed Deli coming tomorrow!!
