Thursday, August 23, 2012

South Africa


South Africa,
We left Felix Unite around 10 in the morning and all of us were gitty. We have been traveling for around 5 months, and South Africa was going to be our 17th. The border crossing was really easy, no searching, no money, just paperwork. Rosie couldn’t make the journey to South Africa because she is registered to GB. So Felix Unite dropped us off at the border and a minivan picked us up at the border. We all packed in like sardines and took off towards Stellenbosch. We arrived in the evening and we all separated to two dorm rooms. I stayed with the boys because I knew this was the last of them we will see. Cecilie and I took off to walk the town and came across a coffee and good food joint called Mugg and Bean (unbelievable) I hate this yuppy potato and squash Thai contraption and my first Mocha in 5 months.

The next day we all took off to a 5 winery tour. I wish I could tell you all about the wineries, the wine we tasted etc. The truth is we drank from 10 to 1700hrs. I never got drunk, but I was overwhelmed with wine. I had to constantly check my lips from the purple kiss of red wine. That night most of us went out to a pizza restaurant with the boys to have one last dinner with them.

The next morning we loaded up in the minivan and took off around 1030 to Cape Town. We arrived at Ashanti hostel around noon. We checked in and within 10 minutes I dropped off my stuff in my room. I shared with Cecilie, Talbot, Jareb, Sarah, Nico,Denise and an unknown traveler. The rest of the people had another room. They separated us for the length of stay we were staying. Cecilie, myself, and Jareb were all going to a different place the next day. After I dropped off my stuff, we ended up walking a cold and wet 45 minutes to V and A waterfront. Jareb, Nico, Cecilie, Sarah, Denise, and the boys and I. We walked down long street and window shopped. We were all so excited to have our week off shopping and rejuvenating ourselves. We stopped at Cape Union Mart (REI type camping store) did some looking around then ate our final lunch with the boys. We said our goodbyes, hugs, and encouragements. They left to meet with Rhys granny. I can’t tell you how much I loved those guys. For being 18 they were seriously the brightest, young adults I have ever met. They love life so much. I only wish I was half as smart as they were at that age.

The next morning Cecilie and I took off to middle of the city to Hotel Cape Diamond, and Jareb got his road bike and took off. Because the weather wasn’t very good we went to V&A waterfront to do some shopping. I snooped and ended up seeing Safe (movie). Cecile did some shopping but we knew we had to go to Canal Walk mall to get the stuff we wanted. Cecile is buying for her trek to Kilimanjaro.
 We woke up to beautiful sun on Monday and took off on foot to walk up to the cable cars for Table Mountain. It took us a good hour and a half to walk to the cable car, and another two hours to actually get to the cable car. It has been the first nice day for a week and everyone had the same idea. Table Mountain was absolutely spectacular. Probably one of the most stunning views I have ever seen. Completely took my breath away.

The next day it rained all day so we did our big shopping day. I bought a camera case, and a new lens canon wide angle 28-135mm… The thing cost more than my camera, but all good lenses do. I also bought a cheaper warmer sleeping bag. Please note that if you are planning on doing this Trans Africa that Africa is cold, and a small down 0/10 degree Celsius flip sleeping bag is useless. Bring a good down sleeping bag, one that can go at least a -2 comfortable rating. I bought a cheaper synthetic sleeping bag, but I really had to. Between Morocco, and Namibia I have had too many cold nights. I really hope my new one will be better.

The next day I was on a plane at 1000 to fly to Port Elizabeth to visit with my Dad and his family. I arrived around the same time that Dad did. He showed me around his school and the house I grew up in. We then drove to Cape Saint Francis and had a great day evening there. I flew home the next day in the evening but felt like it was a short but very sweet visit. I am so glad I got to share it with my Dad rather than by myself. The last time I have been back I was 4 years old.

The rest of the week in Cape Town was just as rewarding as the first. I never did make it out to Simons Town or Robben Island (all boats out there was sold out for a week) but I drank coffee, ate sushi and food I have been missing. Saw movies in at the cinema, and completely relaxed myself.

The last night we checked back to Ashanti, because we were leaving the next day.  Later that evening 7 of us (Denise, Cecilie, Nico, Talbot, Sarah, Keith (Sarah friend), and myself) went to a Argentina vs South Africa Springbok rugby.  All I can really say about the game was it was really boring and I had no idea what was going on. If you don’t know much about rugby I wouldn’t suggest wasting your money going. All I could think of us how often I dragged my ex-wife to the Seahawks when she had no idea about football…. Sorry if you are reading this.  That night I called it an early night and read my Kindle yuuup that right, my 3rd kindle but hopefully my last. This time Moriah bought me a case logic case, and then I bought a kindle case that went inside of the case logic case. I can’t be too careful this time.

The next morning we took off to go back to Namibia and wait for Suse for a few days who had to drive another truck. Once we loaded on the truck I met the 4 new passengers joining us. Cheri, a 63 year old American from Oregon, Kev a 39 year of from Liverpool England, and Fred, and Alexis Father and Daughter 70 & 20 years old from  Vancouver Island Canada. After a long drive to the border we made it back to the very posh but beautiful campground Felix Unite.
We spent 4 nights there relaxing, reading and waiting for Suse to arrive.  









Thursday, August 9, 2012

Namibia


Namibia…
It was the quickest border crossing yet, and that is a really good thing because it was getting dark. Cecilie and I were the only ones who made a mistake and didn’t change our money across the border. We did this because A.) we had no idea it would be so hard later on, and B.) They wanted to give us 6 Namibian dollars for every Angola Kwanza (it should be 8-100). Hindsight is 20/20 because now nowhere will change our money. One bank teller tried to tell me Angola uses dollars, I said “no it doesn’t” and she said yes it does, I said no it doesn’t… She said yes it does. This went on for about 3 minutes, until I said have you been to Angola? She then said why would I want to do that? I then left shaking my head, and hoping we can change our money in Windhoek. After the border crossing Suse informed us that she is going to treat us and we are going to go to an actual campground (First one since St. Louis Senegal) so we can watch the opening ceremonies of the 2012 Summer Olympics. We arrived around at an amazing campground that had hot showers and a bar. Cook group made a quick meal and by 21:20 we were all drinking Windhoek beers and freezing our asses off watching the ceremonies. I stayed up until the US marched.

The next morning we took off around 0800 and drove to Etosha National Park. We paid for an extra day, so we didn’t have to be rushed. We arrived at the park around noon and by sunset we saw white rhinos, leopards, elephants, giraffes, zebras, and about 3 different types of antelopes. We struck gold by seeing the leopard. That night we stayed at Hallali camp ground. It was a culture shock at first because we saw about 5 other overland vehicles. All the campgrounds have waterholes, so that night before and after dinner myself and a few others went to the hole and we saw 4 rhinos before dinner, and after dinner we saw 4 hyenas, and two elephants. The coolest part was the elephants trumpeting before they arrived.





















The next morning we took off for a morning game drive, but had to end short because of a flat tire. We had to drive to our next campground (Okaukuejo) this tire ended up taking from 1000- 1630 hours. It was the front right side, and the wheel lugs would not get off. I didn’t help everyone because my back was finally feeling better and I need to rest it for couple of weeks. They ended up breaking two bars, and a one socket trying to fix it. I felt guilty but I went ended up going for a freezing cold swim in the pool with Cecilie (we jumped in and got out), and then Jareb and I went to the watering hole and ended up watching an elephant and a giraffe bath and drink. It was pretty amazing actually. It felt like a zoo, but the realization was this was real life.  Denise ended up getting Jareb and I, telling us that the tire is fixed and we were going to head off to hopefully where lion sighting were. We all jumped into Rosie, and the excitement was in the air. We only had an hour total, but luck was on our sides when, 30 minutes into the drive, another vehicle flagged us down and told us a huge pride of lions was 2km up the road. 5 minutes later we watched 25 lions. Two males (one far behind the pride), 15 cubs, and the rest female lions. It was the biggest pride I have ever heard of. About 10 minutes into watching them a heard of zebras were approaching. The female lions started stalking the zebras and within minutes they were after the zebras. At one time one female lion got 3 meters away from them but they ended up out running them. We were so close to watching a real African lion kill. We left shortly after that to the sunset at our backs and we were all so jacked up with excitement. That night the waterhole was almost as exciting as watching the lions. All night we watched elephants (two of them looking like they were going to mate, but ended up being two males), black and white rhinos (probably watched 8  of them including a baby), giraffes, jackals, and even a lion. It was such an incredible day and night.
The next morning we left at 0630 for a morning game drive. We went out for 3 hours then came back to have breakfast and pack up our tents. We once again came across the same pride of lions from the previous night. This time we spent a good hour and a half watching them. It was truly spectacular! I loved Etosha, it was very very memorable for my first national animal park. That night we drove to Otjitotongwe (Cheetah sanctuary).We got there a little before 1700hrs, and within 10 minutes we all got on the back of a pickup truck that had a trailer on it. There were 30 total guests including us, and two pickups with trailers. We drove about 10 minutes into a fenced off land where there are 12 Cheetahs in the wild. Within minutes we were 5 feet away from watching cheetahs eat and fight over zebra meat. It was so very surreal. That night it was our cook groups turn to cook. We whipped up a yummy curry over rice, and called it an early night. The nights are getting much colder. Actually I really love the temperature in Namibia, warm in the day freezing at night time. 



The next morning we had a private showing of 3 cheetahs that are domesticated. We got to pet, and pick the brains of the guys who run the sanctuary. It’s run by one family, and it started 19 years ago when they captured one cheetah that was destroying and killing their farm animals. That cheetah had two babies, and before they knew it other farmers who normally kill the cheetahs were trapping them and dropping them off at their house. They are a certified sanctuary, and honestly a really great thing. No time ever did I think that I would pet a cheetah in my life. I can’t even cross it off the bucket list because I had no idea it was even a possibility.  After leaving, I couldn’t even think that today could get any better but it did. We ended up driving to the Himba and spending two hours hanging out with a tribal group who still acts like they are in the stone ages. Quite unbelievable! I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. My only regret was not having my nifty fifty camera lens (Sarah's friend Keith is going to bring mine and hers in SA). I also wish I would have paid more attention to Ben and Steph about lighting. The sun was directly overhead and between over exposure, and shadows I feel like I botched all my pictures. Don’t get me wrong I absolutely loved West Africa, but I feel like I have done more in these last 4 days then I have all last month. This is the part of Africa that excites me the most (tribes and animals)!








The next day we had a relatively short drive day. Making two pit stops, one at a very stinky seal beach where there were thousands and thousands of seals. With thousands of seals comes a stink like you can never imagine. I learned a few interesting facts. The mortality rate of a pup on the first day is 30%. The pup needs to stay in the water and by doing that the sharks and whales have a buffet meal. The other is how they need to bask in the sun but too much they get overheated so they constantly go in and out of the water. Next stop was a sunken fishing boat right off the coast. I imagine that is why they call it the skeleton coast.  After leaving the skeleton coast we drove by a really fancy movie set with crazy vehicles (We found out later it is the new Mad Max film) By 3’oclock we drove into what would be one of the most relaxing 3 nights ever. We got to Swakopmund, parked the truck and stayed at an awesome hostel right in the middle of the town. We were told to meet next door at 5:30 for an introduction to Swak and the activities we could do while we were here. I threw my clothes on the dorm bed, and took off to walk the town. I found a Mr Price and 300 rand later ($30) I bought new jeans, t-shirt, sweater, and hoodie. Stopped by the introduction hall and decided to book a sand boarding excursion for the next day. There are 9 of us in total (The boys, Maria, Sarah, Brittany, Jareb, Talbot, and Cecilie) who booked that. Nico and Denise booked the sky diving. That night a few of us ate at Napolitano restaurant and had great pizza. I passed out pretty early; because of the weather changes I was feeling pretty crappy and knew I had a physical day climbing the sand dunes.
Next morning a minivan picked us up and 30 minutes later I had snowboard boots, helmet and was climbing the big sand dune that the standup boarders use. Sarah and Maria did the sit down riding (basically a 3X2 piece of particle board with one side smooth). It was so much fun, Rhys and I were the only ones who had previous snowboarding experience so we went on our own while everyone else learned how to board. I think if you have never boarded before you should do the sit down. A sand dune is not the best place to learn how to board. I haven’t been riding in years but it came back to me in no time. On the second run Rhys and  I were jumping on the jump and posing for pictures. That night Cecilie and I had our first proper date and ate at a Mexican restaurant. I had a vegetarian enchilada that was absolutely amazing. The next day I spent the day on my own walking around town. I ended up getting a haircut and at 1500hrs Maria and I went to go see “What to Expect When You are Expecting”… Terrible movie, we knew it was going to be, but we were hoping it would have some funny bits… Nope! The next day we took off at ten and drove all day to Namibia dunes Sossusvlei. These dunes are the highest, and arguable the most beautiful in the world. We camped that night inside the park, and the next morning we were going to be up early to climb the famous “Dune 45”…

Next morning came and we left the campground at 0540hrs only to be bogged in sun, and because of that we only got to dune 40. So Suse parked and Rhys, Jareb, Cecilie, Talbot and I ran about 400meters to the dune and started climbing it. We got about halfway when the sun actually rose. The dune was the highest dune I have ever climbed. It was not easy, but well worth the strenuous climb up there. We ditched Talbot behind, Rhys and I stuck together while Cecilie and Jareb made it to the  top with no problems. Once on the top we took pictures of us posing, jumping, diving and wrestling on the top. The next part we ran straight down the dune jumping and what seemed like flying. Once we got back to Rosie, Suse had coffee for us. We then left for actual Sossusvlei which supposed to be the number one tourist attraction in Namibia… Ha! What a waste of 180 Rand. So anyone planning on going don’t listen to the hype around it. If anything spend 100 Rand on a transfer and take the park shuttle service to Dead Vlei, hike 10 minutes to a dead river beds with trees in it, then take a transfer shuttle to Sossusvlei which is a small lake. Don’t bother with the guided tour. It’s a waste of 10 bucks. The guide was completely useless. He told us that Sossusvlei used to be a river (go figure) and millions of years ago winds blew and created dunes. Sorry I am a little bitter about it, I can’t tell you one guided tour that actually meant a damn! After warm showers we took off towards Fish River Canyon. We knew we had one free camp before we would get there. We dove until it was getting dark when Suse pulled into a farmers land to ask them if we could camp there. Low and behold this farmer had just opened up the day before a campground J… Suse couldn’t tell them no, because it’s against the law to free camp in Namibia and if we left there would be a good chance they would call the police. The campground was nice enough, the bathrooms were brand new. There was hot water (the farmer set up a fire burning water system). I called it a early night and passed out before breakfast.

Next day we drove to the very impressive fish river canyon. It reminded me much like the Grand Canyon. They have 5 day hiking tours that I would like to do one day. Its 5 days 80/90km hike. That night we stayed at the Ai-Ais hot springs. We had to cook dinner but the next morning at 8, we were soaking in natural hot springs. They made it look like Jacuzzis, and a spa, but the water was pumped from the actual ground. It was impressive and very relaxing. We took off at 10, and now heading to the border. We are going to leave Rosie for a week while we are in South Africa. Rosie doesn’t have a permit to get her in. So for the next two days we are going toget the truck clean, and organize for the next section of the journey. 






Wednesday, August 1, 2012

Angola


Angola… The unknown country, the country I was 95% sure I would have to fly over. It took us all day to cross into Angola. The problem was after we got stamped and officially let into Angola, the border guys refused to let Suse go into the country without a police escort. Not because of it being dangerous, or that the country was in a civil war four years ago. No, they wouldn’t let us drive on our own because they were not used to tourist so they weren’t sure how the local would react. Well the police escort took 3 hours to arrive and by that time it was after 5 o’clock and almost dark. Not to mention that the police that arrived were pissed drunk and ended up taking two piss stops within the first two hours. It turns out that the police were supposed to escort us to Luanda (ha) that was another two days away. We arrived at the first town we came to and the police treated us like we were the president of the United States. Telling any cars behind us they need to give us room. Cook group had to stop and do some shopping (what a joke) the police once again wouldn’t let anyone but the cook group to get out of Rosie. They basically escorted Jareb, Brittany, and Toni around while they bought bread and veggies. Not sure what the turn of events that happened but about 30 minutes after we left the village (it’s almost dark and past the normal time we bush camp). Suse either pulled over or we slowed up enough that the police stopped, but after a 5 minute conversation the police went one way and we went the other. Two minutes later we found a dirt construction turn off and we had our official free camp of Angola.

The next day was a long day, and I was going on day number two of severe back problems. Sometimes I not sure what I was thinking having a bad back overlanding. Most times a little pain is well worth the beauty and adventure of overlanding. The day was mostly dirt roads, they were good to standards of dirt but my back was giving me sharp pains going after ever bump. That night we arrived at the best free camp spot yet (only thing lacking was a water hole for a bath) we arrived at sunset with one huge baobab tree  and so much room we all got to get away from each other and have some privacy. For the last 3 countries we have completely lucked out on bush camps. Every place has been from road construction. I guess I have to thank the Chinese for building a road and completely raping beautiful Africa of its natural resources (I say this sarcastically, 5 years from now there will be a super highway through Western Africa and all of its national resources gone or depleted)! This free camp was great, we built a huge fire, had a great meal, I took a flexural (muscle relaxer) and passed out.

Woke up with more pains, and really needed a few days of not traveling to rest my back. We had a half day and drove to the capitol of Angola Luanda. We arrived at 3 at a marina that overlooks a stunning skyline of Luanda. The skyline of Luanda is completely covered with skyscrapers and heavy machinery building more skyscrapers. I felt like I was at a marina looking at San Diego. Turns out I was completely mistaken about Pointe Noire, Congo… Luanda is the most expensive city in Africa, and ranked second most expensive city in the world (Tokyo being first). We all had different experience over the next 3 nights while staying there. First night, we showered and chilled. The next day was Sunday, and everything was closed. I mean everything! It was our turn for cook group, and Cecilie and I told Maria to relax and we will walk into the main city and see what we can find (ha). We stopped at a pizza place for lunch and after water and a large pizza to share ($30). That’s about $10 bucks more expensive than back home, but I figured that’s what you get for western food in a big city. We lucked out and found one lady on the side of the road selling onions, tomatoes, potatoes, carrots, and green peppers. It cost us $15 for all our veggies which was barely enough to make a soup. We bought a box of cereal for $5 bucks and that was our budget. Once we started cooking we found out that on Sundays there are no taxis and Toni who was supposed to leave at 11pm had to leave at 6pm. We all said our goodbyes, it was really sad, we are all going to miss Toni (aka the godfather). 

The next day was laundry and internet day. Did all my laundry in the shower, and by 11 Talbot, Cecilie and I were walking to the internet cafĂ©. It coast $6 for two hours, but I was able to get all the research I needed to do for South Africa. Booked a room for 6 nights, and super excited. After two hours Cecile and I got completely raped, bent over and f*cked (no lube, no reach around). We were hungry and on our walk back to the marina we stopped at a local food buffet. You fill your plate then pay depending on weight. I really didn’t want to eat there but looking at the food, and the fact that only business locals were eating there, we thought it would be cheap. I put a small salad (lettuce, carrots and beets), rice, beans, French fries, and mash potatoes (all of this ¾ of a plate)… $23 dollars later, Cecilie salad $17 dollars. We were so pissed!!!! It was time to leave Luanda! When we got back to our campground we found out some shocking but yet understandable news. Carlos, who I don’t talk much about (because we don’t see eye to eye or get along) was asked to leave. For privacy that is all I will talk about the subject.

We left for the border of Namibia, we knew it would be at least two days of bush camping (equals long days), but most likely 3 bush camps until we were in Namibia. Not going to lie, the mood and energy of the truck after losing Carlos and Toni was good. We are all going to miss Toni, and hopefully he will meet the group in Ethiopia. No longer having Carlos we lost the feeling of walking on egg shells. People were laughing, playing cards and the mood and tempo was great. That night we free camped at another great spot with lots of wood. We made a kick ass bonfire, ate some great soup that Jarebs group made and called it an early night.

The next day was one of the hardest for me. Not because it was another long day, but ¾ into the drive the road crews were in full force and we had to take many detours off of the main road. One detour we stopped for a good 15 minutes, there was a construction vehicle blocking the way. We had no idea what was going on until 50 meters in front of us they blew up the road with dynamite. Fuck me I thought I was back in Iraq. The rest of the day brought not so good memories and that night I was cursed with many nightmares. Not to mention my back was still sending me sharp pains. Great bush camp again! We have now reached cold nights and warm days. It’s time to bring out the extra sleeping bags. I can’t believe I am saying this, but I am actually going to miss bush camping. Before I left on this trip, that was my biggest concern was camping part of the trip. After the military I was completely burned out of camping. I love it now!

After a 0715 take off we drove to the city Labango where there is one of the three statues of Jesus. The other two are in Rio, and Lisbon. The story goes that the guy who built the statues was an artist and his wife and son were sailing across from Portugal when a storm sunk the ship and he lost his wife and child. The statue in Angola represents his son, the one in Portugal represents his wife, and the one in Brazil represents himself. All the Jesus statues face the location where his family died...