week 91 - 93 - happy festivals, aweful history and very sad reality

The border crossing from Togo into Ghana was straightforward, but it took some time because Olga’s Carnet de Passage (CDP) was expiring and they wouldn’t give us a ‘Temporary Import Permit’, which you need if you don’t have a CDP. But after a couple of hours of discussions, the officer wrote an approval letter to extend the CDP for a few days, so we had time to cross through Ghana. We entered Ghana and took the road to Akosombo, a town a little bit up north from the coast. Shaun, an old friend of Tom, who came with us to the AfricaBurn Festival in Cape Town, is a huge fan of Ghana. He had spent quite some time here and he fell in love with a place called River Cottages in Akosombo. He wanted us to see this place as well and invited us to stay there for a night when he heard that we would be passing Ghana on our way back home. River Cottages sn a small little paradise with a few cottages in a beautiful setting right by a river. We arrived and jumped right into the river and enjoyed chilling a few hours at this beautiful spot. We had a bungalow to ourselves and there was also a pizza oven which we could use, so we decided to have a pizza night, which was a lot of fun and delicious!

Martin, another guest from the UK who was also staying in a bungalow on the property, joined us for some beers. He was in Ghana for work and has spent a lot of time in this country. He told us a lot about it and he loved listening to our travel stories. In fact, he was so excited to meet overlanders that he connected us with his business partner Alpha, a Ghanaian who lives in Accra. So the next day, we headed towards the capital, where we met Alpha, who invited us to stay at his house.

Alpha is an architect and owns a beautiful house on a compound where he is building more houses. He is a very interesting guy with many skills and interests, but most of all, he is an enthusiastic overlander himself. He drove from Ghana all the way to Sweden in his beautiful Deux-Chevaux, a crazy trip! He is also a passionate filmmaker and made a documentary about ‘Sodom and Gomorrha’, the world’s biggest electronic waste dump in the middle of Accra. Tom was really interested in visiting this place as well so Alpha told us where to go. Unfortunately, he didn’t have time to join us, but he assured us that it was not a problem to go there on our own. The township that developed around the e-waste dump is considered to be safe. So the next morning, we took a taxi to the place and went on a stroll by ourselves. It was an interesting but also intense and shocking experience. The amount of trash was unbelievable but what was far worse, was seeing all these people living right in between these mountains of waste. For them, it’s an opportunity to make money, by collecting precious metals such as copper and bras. In order to collect it, they have to look through the trash and burn the plastic, which is very poisonous and bad for their health. It was truly devostating to see this. However, the people were very friendly and we talked to many of them and everyone was very happy to tell us about their life.

When we returned to Alpha’s house, he introduced us to his brother, who invited us over for dinner. We had a fun evening and later went out to meet a friend of Shaun, who showed us some bars and the food night market in town. We could have easily spent a week at Alphas place, but after two days, it was time for us to continue our trip. We decided to drive along the coast and visit Elmina, a fishermen’s town with a beautiful old castle that was initially built as a trade port but was later used as a slave house.

When we arrived at the castle just after dark, the security guard told us that we could camp on the parking lot. The next morning, some curious people came to talk to us. One of them was Sam, a local journalist, who was in town because of a special festival that was happening that day. He offered to take us on a stroll through the town and we explored the area together. We met many local fishermen who were repairing and building their boats and there were soo many local tourists around, all visiting for the festival.

Since we still had some time left until the ceremony started, we decided to take a tour through the Castle. Sam and his assistant joined us and by coincidence, we were joined by three girls from Ticino, the Italian part of Switzerland. They were there for a vacation. The tour was very interesting and when we were finished, we decided to walk back into town to watch the big parade that was happening for the festival. It was a big parade, where also the king attended, and the streets were packed with people. The parade ended in the small port, where people hopped on decorated boats and everyone was singing, dancing and celebrating either on the boats or on the piers.

From Elmina, we continued further west along the coast. Unfortunately, traffic was terrible and it took us a while to get out of the city. We initially wanted to drive to another beach but since it got late and we were stuck in traffic again in the next town, we decided to stop at a local church and ask if we could spend the night there. The people were very friendly, and we were welcome to stay. The next day, we crossed the border into the Ivory Coast. The border Crossing was simple and easy and we continued straight to the coast. We were welcomed by heavy rains, it was the first country where we actually really realized that we were traveling in the rainy season. When it rained, the road transformed into a river, but shortly after it stopped, everything dried very quickly again. Luckily, the rain only lasted for a few minutes every day. The landscape we drove through was very green, but unfortunately, it was not the green rainforest you would expect, but thousands of hectars of plantations. It weas either rubber tree plantations or palm tree plantations that we saw next to the roads.

Our plan was to spend a few days at the beautiful beaches, the Ivory Coast has to offer. Our first stop was in Assouindé, a small town before Abidjan, the capital of the Ivory Coast. Unfortunately, there were many signs which forbid driving on the beach and wild camping, so we asked at a little beach hotel if we could camp on their premises. The owner allowed us to camp in the parking, which, unfortunately, was behind the hotel and not facing the beach, but the restaurant and pool area were quite nice. We were all tired from driving and the border crossing, so we ate dinner at the restaurant and went straight to bed.

We had been texting with another overlander, Paulo, who was driving in the opposite direction towards us and told us that he had found a nice spot to camp at the beach a bit further west from where we were. We, therefore, decided to join Paulo and his friend the next day. On the way, we stopped in Abidjan, the capital of the Ivory Coast, to get some groceries and Toby needed to buy a new convertor because the old one unfortunately broke a couple of days ago. We found everything we looked for in the very big and busy town of Abidjan, but getting out of this place was another mission. They were repairing the highway, so traffic was rerouted, and everything was just one big mess. It took us about 4 hours to reach Jaqueville, which is only 70 kilometers outside of Abidjan. But finally we managed to get out of the city and arrived at the beach in the late afternoon. There was still time to relax a little, have a beer and chat with our overlander company. We cooked a risotto for dinner and we enjoyed a lovely evening.

The next day, we still had time to share some information about the upcoming route and exchange Sim Cards, and then it was time for us to continue. We tried to find a last spot somewhere along the Ivory Coast where we could wild camp, but it turned out that it was not so easy. The coastline is highly populated, so finding a hidden private spot was almost impossible. We looked at the map and decided to drive into a small fisher town and ask them if we could stay at the beach. The people were very welcoming and happy to have visitors and they let us stay at a beautiful spot right at the beach. It was not private, but this didn’t matter. Everyone from the village came by to say hi; they also brought us some jerrycans with water to shower.

Just when we had set up our camp, a young boy came by. He brought a backpack and sat down with us and started unpacking everything he brought with him. He told us, that his name was Frédéric. Apparently, a white man had bought the land we were staying on at the moment, where he wanted to build a hotel. He was the one who gave the fishing gear to Frédéric, to keep it there until he would come back. He also gave him two surfboards and taught him how to surf. Frédéric told us that he wanted to go fishing and surfing together with us the next day. We agreed, and expected Frédéric to go back to the village for the night, but just when we were about to climb into our cars and go to bed, Frédéric put up a tent in between our two cars and told us he would stay here for the night as well. So just like that, we had some company at our camp :D When we got up the next morning, Frédéric had already caught some fish. He told us a lot about the village and his life here and his plans in life. We ended up staying two nights and we enjoyed the place and company a lot. On our second night, we decided to watch a movie and set up our little beamer outside. We informed Frédéric and he spread the word in the village, so many people joined us to watch a movie – that was an exciting experience for us and probably for them as well 😊

Before we left the next morning, the fishermen from the village proudly showed us a small crocodile that they had caught and killed to eat. It was sad to see the dead crocodile, but we were also happy we didn’t ran into it alive at our camp. Even though it was still quite small, its teeth were super sharp.

We left the small fishermen’s village and drove inland towards the border to Guinea. We spent the night close to a town in the Ivory Coast, where we found a perfect wide open field and asked the local family who was living next to it, if we could camp here for a night. They were super lovely and excited to have foreign guests. After we showed them our cars and the camping set-up, they brought us some fresh passion fruits from their garden. Before we left the next morning, they asked us to take some pictures together. Of course we agreed, but then everyone left again into the house. We were already wondering if they had changed their mind, but then they all reappeared again. They went to change into their most beautiful dresses! It was so cute to see how excited they were about having us as guests. Luckily, we still carry our polaroid camera, so we were able to take some pictures and give it to them, so they don’t have to look at the pictures only on their phones. From there, we drove to the border to Guinea.

week 86 - 87 - mechanics, workshops, and amazing people

From the beach we continued on the EN100 up north. The road was perfect tar except for 60 kilometers of gravel. On the way, we passed another Overlander Defender with two French ladies, who were traveling from France along the west route, just the two of them. They make some very interesting documentaries of their trip, which are quite inspiring to watch, especially for us, traveling in this direction. Unfortunately, we didn’t have time to spend a night together, but nevertheless, we enjoyed the quick chat on the road and exchanged our contacts so we could share some tips along our journeys.

We weren’t sure where we wanted to spend the night. Driving again to the beach would have meant, leaving the main road and driving towards the coast for an hour and then back again the next morning, and since we now wanted to bring some distance behind us, we decided to look for a spot just off the main road. For Tom and I, it was our first-time wild camping in Angola (excluding the beach with Marjin and Noortje) and we must admit we were a bit nervous. But this is, what we signed up for; driving up North we would be sleeping mostly in places like this, somewhere hidden from the main road but out in the wild, because on this side of Africa, there are not many campsites. Toby took the lead, since he is more experienced with finding wild camps to spend the night. He checked the map on Google for some possible spots. We found one and drove there to have a look, but when Toby stepped out of the car, he quickly jumped back in; the floor was covered with some huge creatures crawling around. After the first shock, we had a closer look: they were very big but quite beautiful crickets and they didn’t seem dangerous, so we decided to stay 😊

Just when we parked the car and started to cook dinner, a Military Jet flew very close over our heads, and it made a circle around our camp. This was very intimidating, and while we were wondering what they were up to, some more jets flew over us, this time just doing their thing and not minding us anymore. We came to the conclusion, that they were probably just practicing. On Google Maps we saw that a military base was close-by. After these first few stressful minutes, we finally could sit down and eat and we went to bed very tired.

The next day, we wanted to drive to Lobito, a small fisher town at the coast of Angola, which is famous for its old colorful buildings and a nice beach. We stopped at a Paderia (bakery) to get some sweets and had lunch at the Alfa Beach Bar. The owner invited us to stay for the night, but since it was still early, we decided to drive a bit further and check out another place at the beach. We found a tiny fisher village just before sunset and asked the people living there, if it was possible to pass here to drive to the beach. They were very friendly and showed us the only road that lead down to the beach, and it looked quite bad; the rains had washed away most of it. After inspecting the whole section, we came to the conclusion that it should still be possible for our Defenders to drive it. We filled the biggest holes with stones and sand and slowly and carefully drove down to the beach. The whole village was watching us of course😃 But the struggles paid off: the beach we found down there was empty and just beautiful. We collected wood to make a bonfire and had a fun evening at the beach. The next day, all of us were a bit lazy, so we decided to rest for a day and continue early the next morning instead.

From here, we drove inland towards the Calandula Waterfall, Africa’s second largest waterfall, and the Piedas Negras, some famous black rocks close-by. Again, the distance was too far to drive it in one day, so we spent a night close to a local village along the route. We asked a farmer if we could camp on his land and he welcomed us very friendly. We continued towards the waterfall the next morning – the road up there was very bad with many deep potholes. When we reached the hotel, from where you can view the waterfall, Toby told us that Olga was driving very weirdly, she was making a lot of noises and it did not feel good driving her at all. After drinking a beer and taking some pictures of the waterfall, we started checking the car and found that the screws, which were used to attach the suspensions to the chassis were actually too small. Now, that we had been driving a lot of bumpy roads, they were moving inside the holes and already had damaged the chassis. This was really bad and something that we needed to fix as soon as possible. But we also needed a place where we could get the right screws, which meant driving into Luanda, Angola’s capital city, which initially, we wanted to avoid. But we couldn’t change it, we carefully drove to the Piedas Niegras, the famous rocks, which were on the way to Luanda. We spent the night there and continued the next day. On the bright side, we still got to stay at the sleeping spot, which was recommended  to us by the two French girls and some other Overlanders, and it was amazing. Tom and I used the time to do some yoga and Toby already did some further checks on his car. We cooked some pasta and went to bed, ready to be leaving early the next day.

Driving to Luanda, we tried to not exceed 60 kmph because we didn’t want to damage Olga’s chassis any further. I texted Alexander, a Land Rover mechanic in town who was recommended to us. He said we could come directly to his place to have a look at the car. Unfortunately, when we arrived, he wasn’t there, and all his mechanics at the workshop didn’t speak English. He texted us that he needed to sort some things out in town, but that we should start working with his guys and he would try to translate. This was not what we expected and it was not easy to communicate at all. Of course, Google Translate helped, a little, but we really needed Alexander. Unfortunately, he didn’t end up showing up at all on this day, but he offered us to camp at his workshop and promised to come by the next morning. This wasn’t how we had imagined our day and night, but there was nothing we could change about it. We cooked some dinner and spent the night in between old Land Rovers…

The next day, Alexander arrived around 10 am and we finally could start checking Olga. For some unknown reason, he was more interested in checking out our Defender than looking at Olga. He was a very nice guy and he definitely knew a lot about Defenders, but, working together with him, especially focusing on Olga turned out to be a little mission. Tom and I decided to do an oil and filter change as well, since we were already at a workshop and had driven 5'000 kilometers since our last service. We also wanted to do the same for Olga, so Alexander went to buy the filters and oil in town, which took him 4 hours! When he returned just before sunset, we only managed to change the oil and filters on both cars, but Olga still wasn’t ready to leave the next day. We had to accept this fact and arrange ourselves with the situation.

Even though, they weren’t super efficient, all the guys from the workshop were very nice, so we ended up going out for dinner altogether. They showed us a cool local Restaurant and we enjoyed getting away from the workshop a lot. For the next day, we decided to try another tactic; Tom and I left with our car early in the morning, so Alexander would give his full attention to Toby and Olga. In the meantime, we went to do some laundry, buy groceries, and we met with Ana and Fabio, a couple we met in Botswana a few months back. They live in Luanda and took us to an amazing Korean Restaurant, which was a great change of cuisine for once – of course, we brought some take-away for Toby when we returned to the workshop afterwards. Our plan had worked, him and Alex managed to change the screws on the chassis and were just ready to finish up, when we returned. They were about to finish up and took a final look under the car, when they realized that the rear diff was very worn and leaking. Alexander strongly suggested to replace it here before continuing our trip. One thing that made Alexander very trustworthy was, that he didn’t want any money from us at all. He offered us all the second hand spareparts for free as well, and he happened to have a diff for Toby, which was in better shape than his, so we trusted him and his suggestions. However, this meant another full day of work. We were desperate to leave this place but we all came to the conclusion that it would be worth to invest this extra day. On the bright side, in the meantime, we became a little famous in the Defender community in Luanda. The Land Rover Club Luanda reached out to us on Instagram and invited us to visit them and have a braai together. Since we had to stay an extra day, we gladly accepted this invite. Ugo, the president of the club sent us his address and also told us that it would be no problem at all to sleep at his house. We were so much looking forward to a real shower! When we arrived at Ugo’s house, we couldn’t believe what we saw: In the middle of Luanda, he had a 2ha property with 7 horses, and many beautiful dogs, a big pool and about 5 houses, His parents and brothers were also living on this property with their families and they had organized a big barbecue just for us. We had a fun night and enjoyed their company a lot! The next day, we were all a bit hungover but we still got up early to go back to the workshop to get the work done on Olga. It was looking good, Alexander worked hard and finished everything. Ugo and his brother Victor invited us to spend another night at their house and also invited some more people from the Land Rover Community, also Alexander and his wife joined us for dinner. We had another lovely evening all together and Toby, Tom and I were ready to leave Luanda early the next morning.

We were staying in the South of Luanda and needed to go North. Because of the crazy traffic in this city, it alsmost took us three hourse to cross it. When we finally were a bit out of traffic, we wanted to fuel up and continue. Just 10 meters before the petrol station, Olga ran out of diesel. Since the rebuild in South Africa, the fuel level indicator was a bit off. This wasn’t a big problem in Africa though. Very soon, we had many helping hands who pushed Olga the past few meters to the fuel station. However, when we were there, they told us, that we could not pay with our international credit card. I tried to get some cash at the close-by ATM’s but all of them were out of money. It was the beginning of the month, which means, that all the Angolese People get their salary from the bank. It was crazy and impossible to get cash! Luckily, we still had an extra can of diesel with us, so we used this one to be able to move a little. We left the fuel station and parked our cars on a parking lot close by, when Tom realized that Olga was leaking. We opened the front and realized that the steering oil was spilled everywhere. A friendly local who was standing next to us and spoke english very well, came to ask if he could help. We showed him our problem and he straight away went to a shop and brought us some steering oil, he didn’t even want money for it. He also gave us his number in case he could help some more, because he lived very close. We texted Alexander and asked him about his opinion, he recommended to come back to his workshop to have a look at it, but we really didn’t want to drive all the way back. We cleaned everything and refilled the steering oil and hoped it would be ok. Now, we still had the challenge to find fuel. We called the friendly stranger from earlier and asked him, if he could pay for our fuel with his local bank card (which is the only card they accept at the fuel station) and we would transfer him the money. He agreed straight away and came back and we went back to the fuel station together. Once more, we were amazed by the helpful people in Angola! Unfortunately, the next bad surprise was waiting for us: once the tanks were full, we realized that Olga’s fuel tank was leaking, too. This, however, made our decision easier: we definitely needed to drive back to Alexander’s workshop and have a proper look at everything. You probably can imagine how frustrated we were. None of us felt like driving back there. Even worse, it was now 4pm and the rush hour traffic had just started. We all just wanted to scream or cry and definitely not go in direction south again. But it didn’t help. The traffic into the city luckily wasn’t bad, and when we reached the harbor, I remembered reading about the Yacht Club, where Overlanders can camp for free. We decided to try our luck, because everything was better than sitting in traffic for the next three hours trying to drive out of the city again. The next day was a Saturday and everyone assured us that traffic would be way less in the morning.

We drove to the Yacht Club and one of the managers warmly welcomed us. After telling him our struggles, he straight away organized a bucket for Olga’s diesel, and told us where we could park, and then invited us to some beers at the bar – what a legend!! It was exactly what we needed! He was soo lovely and our mood increased a little. And on the bright side, we got to see another beautiful side of Luanda - our campspot was front row with a beatiful view over the skyline of Luanda - which otherwise, we would have missed 😉

Toby left early the next day to drive to Alexander’s Workshop, and Tom and I wanted to refill our gas bottle first and get some Pastel de Nata (a Portuguese sweet) at a bakery to bring to the guys at the workshop. Just when we were packing up and trying to fixate our bike on the rack, which led to another almost breakdown, because the steel brackets were bent and it didn’t fit anymore, the owner of the Yacht Club came to say hi. He offered us to get cash at the restaurant, we could just pay with our international credit card – once again, a stranger just helped us to sort out one of our issues without even being asked. We also managed to fill our gas bottle and drove to Toby, who unfortunately, wasn’t as successful. Somehow, him and Alexander didn’t really get along too well. Probably, because Toby knows a lot about Defenders himself, Alexander didn’t like all his questions and it just didn’t work well between the two. We tried to help with the communication, but we couldn’t do much. Alex told us that the rear bushes were worn, and there were no spare parts at Alexander’s Workshop, so there was nothing much we could do there anyway. We reached out to the guys from the Landy Club to ask if they could organize some bushes for us. They could organize them and so we drove again to Ugo’s place and changed the bushes ourselves. Once more, we were ready to leave the next day, but once more, plans changed… We got up the next morning and Tom wans’t feeling well at all. He was already having flue symptoms the past days but they now got worse, and we didn’t want to take any risks – after all, we were in a high Malaria Risk Zone. So instead of leaving Luanda, we went to the clinic to get a Malaria test. Ugo took us there, he was super kind! Luckily, the Malaria test was negative, but still, we decided we would take this day and relax. We all could use it after the stressfull events from the past days and Ugo and the whole family were beyond welcoming. Tom stayed in bed for a day and Toby and I relaxed at the pool. For dinner, we ordered some pizza and enjoyed it a lot. Also Tom was feeling better again towards the evening and glady had some pizza with us.

Toby and I used the drive to pick up the pizza as a short testdrive with Olga, and found that the steering was still pulling to the right when accelerating, eventhough we had exchanged the bushes. We started a google research and we successfully found the issue: it turned out that the front bull joint was very loose, which luckily, was an easy fix: it was just a screw that wasn’t really thightened, but this could have ended very badly. Toby thightened the screws and we went on another test drive, and finally, the car was driving smoothly again. We were now ready to leave Luanda, after spending a full week here unintended. But in the end, it was necessary to invest the time, there was nothing we could have changed about it. It cost us a lot of nerves but it also led to many new beautiful encounters and some new friends in a place far away from home. Eventhough, we didn’t really plan to spend all this time in Angola, everyday we made another amazing experience with the Angolese people, and this gave us soo much trust and confidence back. And it was also nice to see that even in these stressfull situations, Toby, Tom and I managed to communicate well and function as a Team. We were definitely ready for West Africa now.

week 84 - 86 - visa organization, car repairs and meeting old and new friends in Angola

We crossed the border into South Africa and drove straight to Windhoek. On the way, we passed the tropic of capricorn again - for us, it was already the third time crossing it on this journey :-) It’s hard to believe that we were here with my parents exactly 8 months ago. Where did all this time go?!

We arrived in Windhoek on a Sunday night and wanted to start the next morning by organizing as many visas as possible in Windhoek for our trip up north. Toby also needed to see a mechanic; the first 1’500 kilometers after their complete rebuild of Olga, their Defender, brought up some issues on the car, which must have happened in the workshop. Since we would need to move around in the city a lot, we preferably didn’t want to sleep in the car. The first night, we were invited by Doren, a guy Toby and Martina met while in Windhoek a few months ago. He was hosting a little braai and invited us to join. We ended up spending the night in our cars in his driveway ;-) The next day we left early and started driving to all the embassies in Windhoek to gather information. We discovered that we could organize visas for Nigeria, the Republic of Congo, and the Democratic Republic of Congo here. For Ghana, we needed a residence card from Namibia; without it, we would not receive a visa in Windhoek. There is no embassy of the Ivory Coast in Windhoek, so we would need to organize this visa later, and for the other countries en route, we can either apply online for a visa or we don’t need one at all. After visiting all the embassies, our next stop was the mall, where we took some new passphotos of us and printed all the necessary documents for the visas. We then returned and handed in our first application at the embassy of the Republic of Congo. For 1300 Nam$ (~65 USD), we got our visas within two days, which was faster than what they initially told us, but after sharing our story about Toby’s pregnant wife waiting for us back home, I think they fastened up their process, and we even did not have to pay the “express-fee,” which would have been double the price - yay! We received our passports with the visas on Wednesday and went straight to the Embassy of Nigeria to hand in our next application. The lady working there was very friendly, but also, she didn’t have much power to fasten up things for us. It seemed like it was the most organized embassy of all the ones we visited, and therefore, the process was straight forward and there was nothing to change about it. We had to pay an extra fee of 3000 Nam$ because we are not Namibian residents (~150 USD), but at least it was possible to get a visa after all. The total costs came to 240 USD, including the express fee; it's not a cheap visa, but on the bright side, we already had it the next day. ASnd after we heard many stories from other Overlanders, who couldn’t get the Nigerian visa abroad or had to pay a lot more than us, we were still quite happy with how it went. Unfortunately, we were too late for the DRC embassy on that day, so we only managed to hand in our visa application there on Friday morning. They told us it would take 7 (!) days to receive it; again, we would have had the possibility to pay an express fee (but even the lady working at the embassy told us she would not spend that money because it would not be much faster). After we told her our story again and that we needed to get home as soon as possible because of Martina, who is pregnant and waiting for Toby, the lady however assured us to hurry up. We received the visa for the regular fee of 1200 Nam$ (~60 USD) on Tuesday already :-)

During these ten days in Windhoek, we (especially Toby) spent many hours at different mechanics; we treated us to a couple of dinners out and had many nice braai nights in our super cool Airbnb apartment. During this time, we got to know Toby (and Martina) better, which was very nice. It felt like we had already been friends for a long time. After spending months of traveling and living in the car, we shared a lot of hopes, fears, and thoughts in general about life and especially about going back home to Switzerland. And Talking to Martina on the phone, who was already back, was also interesting and sometimes increased but also decreased our joy of returning home.

On Thursday, we were finally ready to continue our trip up North. Our next destination was Angola, and we had some people we wanted to meet up with. There was Noortje and Marjin, the couple we met the last time Tom and I were in Angola and with whom we spent some lovely days at the beach. Of course, we wanted to see them again since we would be driving through Lubango, the city where they live. Marjin was even able to take some days off work, and we planned to spend some days together at the beach again; this time also, their kids would be joining, whom we didn’t meet the last time. We also wanted to meet up with Maarten and Renske, a couple from the Netherlands, who is driving from North to South along the West Coast of Africa in a fully electric car. And to top this, their goal is to charge at least 51% of their energy from solar power! A very inspiring project. When we told them that we were finally ready to leave Windhoek and on our way to Angola and that we could meet somewhere along the route, they told us that they were staying with a Dutch couple they met on the streets of Lubango while getting some groceries - it turned out that “the Dutch couple” was Noortje and Marjin :-D.

Toby, Tom, and I drove straight to the border to Angola and spent the last night in Namibia at the Piscas Hotel, where Tom and I already stayed before and after we entered Angola the last time. Marta, the receptionist, still remembered us. The following day, we could leave early and directly drive to the border, which took us 4 hours to cross. We still managed to go all the way to Lubango and arrived just after dark. Marjin, Noortje, Renske, and Maarten warmly welcomed us. They even cooked a lovely curry for us, and we spent a great evening sharing maaany stories around the fireplace in their backyard.

The following day, Maarten and Renske gave us a full car tour. It was very interesting to see how they equipped their 4x4 to drive all the way from the Netherlands to South Africa and back up again, using mainly solar power. Of course, they need a lot of space for their solar panels, but on the other hand, they have storage in the front of the car since there is no motor and the battery doesn’t use that much space.

Toby, Tom, and I spent another day at Noortje and Marjin’s place. We cooked “Gschnätzlets and Rösti” for them for dinner (a very typical Swiss dish), and the next morning, everyone was ready to leave and spend a couple of days at the beach, at the same spot we already went together last time. This was a welcome change of scenes after all the visa organization and mechanical work on the cars. We enjoyed the few days on the beach, laying in the sun, going for a swim, Toby even speer-fished his first fish, which was delicious, and Judah and Salome, the two kids, taught us how to catch crabs. We truly had a blast. Unfortunately, Tom wasn’t feeling very well, so he spent most of the time in the shade doing not much; I’m not sure if he had corona; the symptoms were very similar. But luckily, after two full days without driving anywhere, he recovered again and was ready to continue. We said our goodbyes and continued up north. From here, it was also all new territory for us - and we were very excited to explore some more of Angola.