''only six years ago that ended the war. The roads, lonely before, are filled with houses. The towns grow. People come out of the kill, where he was hiding. The Congo refugees have returned. The fields are cultivated and last year there are new schools in every village'' had not thought of going through Luanda but here I am, after arduous 600 km of tracks (with good legs, too ) Yesterday I went for the third time frame and the returning soldiers, but it is impossible to hold so hard, hence no one gets out alive.
Thursday broke the depth record, I got into a quagmire of 200m, saw no alternative route, the bike sank to the axles, then the water came over the boots near the end but I sink I thought I had left, the bike drowning but accelerated, hit a start, exits and stops, not where he got the air, the front wheel was completely covered and the carburetor too, were only 5 seconds, I could not believe. Empty boots, boot to the first and followed.
Gasoline is very cheap but no, I have to fill in whenever I find even the reserve container. The best thing is the people, the generosity is another thing, what one is passionate about making you happy.
Photo: Bambi's mom, baobab southern bridge (broken) over troubled water, Helicopter war.
"Imagine there is a war and do not let anyone"
Luanda (Angola) to 11,900 kms from Madrid.
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