My father in law served in the SA army at Angola just over 20 years ago. It's interesting to read this trip and see the area, the history of this area is increadible as is these riders journey.I'm a bit in shock. On every trip you have one or two moments when you overcook things and miss a turn or race into a flock of sheep at breakneck speed; this was like that, except that it continued for for 3 hours with no let up.
Nobody else arrives. My God, how did we fuck this up so badly?I don't really know how to explain all this and I don't even know if it should be dwelt on here. I will say only this.
José was wounded by a battallion I served in.
He showed me the Imperial Hotel in town.