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We waited for the truck that had to turn back from Gabon and drag us out of this small, isolated and non-communicated village called Mbie. We waited for it on Wednesday, on Thursday and also today. On Wednesday, despite having expectations that the truck arrived, I asked a man of the village to adapt the belt that I bought on the previous day. I took action and we cut the belt and the man sewed it on the other end joining them to great firmness. We assembled the belt and started off the car pushing it (the starting system kept not working). The belt lasted and the battery loaded up. It seemed that our purgatory in Mbie was finally approaching the end, by that, in the afternoon i encouraged myself to try to fix the starting system. I unscrewed the starting electric motor and a lot of sand that was blocking it came out. When getting on again it, the engine started off correctly and I communicated to the sceptical Alexandra that the day after we could leave. Anyway, we supposed that the continuation of the track of sand would be complicated and we kept expecting for a truck to pass and drag us. But did not pass any truck in all the night - curiously the vehicles circulate more in the night(one per night in average) that in the daytime - and the day after in the morning we prepared the auto caravan to go. I pulled the engine, we went a hundred meters and in accelerating a little the light of the battery went on. The belt broke down again. We were still trapped in Mbie. Discouraged but still hoping in the arrival of the truck, we spent the rest of the day conversing with Anton (the guard of the border). Anton was explaining to us how the combats between lions and elephants or among panthers and wild boars were produced gesticulating with great expressivity; he also told us that the boas pass a lot of hunger and that they can be a month in a point expecting for an antelope to pass; however, other snakes have it easier, because they can throw poison. In any case - he kept explaining - the wild animals rarely attack the man, who is sacred because he talks. Later, Anton told us that his father died at the age of 112 and that he fought with the Frenchmen during the second world war. When the General de Gaulle ran away to Congo, Brazaville (the capital of the free France), the same did father. Years later,his father took again the weapons, this time to fight against the Frenchmen and to release the country. With the truck driver that was going to Gabon we were conversing shortly although he criticised the lack of development in central Africa caused by the corrupt governments that are supported by France. During the night we were more pending than ever whether a truck was coming, listening between the sounds of crickets and the far away songs of children . I felt as a shipwrecked sailor expecting a boat to cross the horizon. We fall asleep, but we heard the noise of an engine, a truck at midnight, I dressed as quickly as possible and I went towards the truck that was waiting on the border. I asked the truck driver whether he could pull us and he answered that he was loaded with two containers and that he could not drag more. Today we have been all the day loosing time, without desires of making use of it or to enjoy the passing seconds. i did not had the desire to talk with Anton, nor to walk again or making photos to the nice people of the village, nor carrying about the children who always surrounded us interested and which from time to time brought fruits to sell us or to give us for free. I have been most of the day doing competitions of sudoku with Alexandra. Only in a moment in the afternoon I decided I am not able just to sit and wait. I have taken the broken belt and returned to the man who had joined it to ask him to try it in another way, but he has not seen it clear and I have been discouraged again. We did not have potable water and we were drinking from the deposit of the auto caravan and the food was also about to finish, and in the village there was no shops nor agriculture, that's why yesterday we decided that I would take the first car that passed and go to look for help in the following village, Leketi, where there was a company directed by an Italian with different trucks under his command. But it has not passed any car in all the day until the night again when the noise of an engine has woken me up. I have dressed myself with haste but I was still sleepy. I have left with the eyes barely open towards the 4x4 and I have asked them whether they could take me up to Leketi. They have said yes, but that i should go in the back, with four more people, balancing on the boxes of drinks. I was too tired for such an adventure but fortunately, before going i have joined the little energy that I had and have gone straight to the 4x4. The track of sand was in better state that the previous section, even then I had to grab strongly the belts that sustained the boxes. When we reached Leketi it was half past eleven, and I did not know where i would spend the night, maybe in the police control where there was a mattress shared by three people, but one of those that had come with the 4x4 accompanied me up to the company of the Italian assuring me that i could sleep there. The guardian of the enclosure woke up Mafi, the Italian that had heard about our situation in Mbie. He told me that that same night he planned on leaving to Brazaville until Tuesday and that therefore he could not send any truck to Mbie. Anyway, he suggested coming with Alexandra and sleep in a room for guests that the company owned and he will try to find the belt in Brazaville. Leketi (see on map) 03/07/2007:
Alexandra was happy when I arrived on Sunday in the morning with a 4x4 of the company of Mafi and I informed that we would pass some days in Leketi expecting a new belt to arrive. We prepared the bags and after expecting the driver to finish drinking two beers in the only bar of the village we left Mbie. About five women made use of the journey to go to the place where they had mobile coverage at about five kilometres away from the village. Mafi had assigned us a comfortable room and in the living room of the company there was television with satellite channels, but Alexandra immediately found the inconveniences: the room was crossed through a path of small ants and in the village of Leketi it was not possible either to obtain food. Although Stevy, the cook and responsible for the home of guests, tried to make our lives easier , Alexandra has spent the three days behaving as a neurotic wild animal locked up among fences. Despite preferring continuing the journey I have tried to make use of the stay in Leketi to know a little the village and its people. Stevy showed me the project of the company: the construction of a port next to a large river. Anyway, the government had stopped financing the project and this was dying slowly, in the same way that the construction of a small hotel that another white had projected in the area. So, Leketi was just as non-communicated as Mbie, except for the telephonic antenna that gave coverage to the mobile telephones, and we took advantage to phone our parents and communicate them that everything is fine. The people of Leketi also had a character similar to those of Mbie, nice and greeting with charisma when i walked with Stevy. Stevy is a calm and serene young man, but exalted and mischievous when he drinks a few beers. Despite depending on his hospitality, Stevy did not take advantage of our situation and behave as a real friend, inviting the first round of beer, offering to show me the village, obtaining food when it was possible, providing us with bottles of water of the company or sharing interesting conversations or relaxed moments of silence. The same uninterested character seemed to maintain with the animals, taking care of a cub that he fed with pasta, rice and banana and of a young eagle that he fed when he had meat or raw fish. But these days there was no meat, because since this evening, saddened by the fact that the eagle hadn’t been eating for three days and he was pitifully asking for food, I have made the impossible to hunt a small lizard that the eagle has eaten up with great avidity. Walking through the meadows of high grass that grew on the sand around the village, I asked Stevy why there were no flocks of goats grazing. Stevy explained me that the men in Leketi - of the bateke tribe, insisted - do not feel like working (the women yes they work hard), they neither want foreigners to arrive and to make use of the resources of the village and in that way to become rich. In the same way, even if they do not usually hunt nor fish, they hate the foreigners coming and doing it. That's why Dany, a gardener that we visited and from whom I bought some eggplants, did not have it easy to start to cultivate his small land and to initiate a business selling plants and legumes. On the other hand, Stevy explained to me that among the people of the village there are not thefts because they would kill the thief using voodoo or "cric-cric", however if they can rob the foreigners, because their magic or "fetish" can not affect the village. In Brazaville it is different - he kept talking -, because there are many weapons from the last civil war and if they want to kill somebody they prefer taking the shotgun or a grenade. Today, Stevy has explained to me that he has a girlfriend in Leketi and another one in Brazaville, and he plans on marrying once he has brought a dowry together to pay the fathers of the future wife. The dowry is costly but has its positive part for the man, because in the event of divorce provoked by the woman, the man recovers the dowry, this way the wife is more docile not to create problems to her parents. Oyo (see on map) 05/07/2007: i had just read a book about travellers that encounter difficulties along the yoyage and who are helped with kindness and altruism by unknown people and I myself could today write another chapter of the book. Yesterday in the morning Mafi arrived from Brazaville with the belt and before midday he organised a small team to go and rescue the autocaravan. Mafi drove a big machine that cleared the track of the dunes of sand and I and two other boys followed him with a 4x4. In Mbie we assemble the belt while Mafi worked with the machine on the track to Gabon. When we finished with the belt and the broken protection of the engine we started off towards Lekety. But after going five hundred meters I stopped to look if there was any problem and I found that both belts were breaking on the side. Mafi arrived and told us that we had put both in an incorrect position and we dismantled again everything and reassembled. The protection was half broken but we continued the road. But as we crossed the first village I blocked in the soft sand. Then Mafi pulled me out with the machine and from here we continued the road with Mafi leveling the ground all the time. Like this we reached the base of Leketi after 5 hours and 50 covered kilometres. Alexandra was very happy to see her small home again and I was very happy that Stevy had cooked a delicious dinner with ingredients that Mafi had bought in Brazaville. We dined (just the three whites) drinking a good French wine and conversing - mainly Alex and Mafi - on how little work the blacks and the consequent underdevelopment of Africa. Today we have put the auto caravan in service and two mechanics of the company have tightened the belts correctly, they have covered up a hole of the engine where the sand entered sand and they have improved the protection and also they made a shovel for me just in case. Afterwards we have filled the deposit of the auto caravan with diesel from the company and as i knew that Mafi would not accept money for all the help I have given him a pretty volcanic stone that we had bought in Morocco. At ten in the morning we have started off. We had 150 kilometres of track of sand in front. Mafi had told us that there were complicated parts but that if we circulated with calm we would get through. Anyway, a 4x4 of the company would pass in the afternoon and one on the following day, therefore they could help us if we remained blocked. It hasn’t been easy, not even close to easy, but we have done it. i tried always to circulate through the high places but it was not always possible and the protection of the engine often came off and I had to find new systems to hold it. There were deep crossings of sand that could only be passed if the car had sufficient speed. Anyway, we got stuck in five points. The first time it has taken us an hour to go out, having to use about three or four times the irons. The second time we have blocked at the entry of some village, the children and adults came together around the car, they have helped us pushing but we also had to use the irons. The third time we have used the irons again and levelled about forty meters of track with the shovels. The technique improved because we have been just half an hour taking out sand but we were out of power. Alexandra could not do it anymore and I continued with signs of fainting although from time to time i stopped. Not to get stuck again we have stopped a couple of times to level the track when there was deep rut. But it was too exhausting and in a point where we should have done the same we got stuck again. We have taken again the irons but for luck, after little passed the 4x4 of the company from Leketi and we were finally out of sand. We have kept following it and he has taken us out of the last hole. Anyway, the 4x4 circulated rapidly in front and I had to disregard the protection and to cross over in a fast way sliding on the difficult crossings. But finally, at five in the afternoon we have arrived to the tarred road. I was singing with Alexandra "We are the champions" of Fredy Mercury and then we have reached Oyo. we have parked in front of a hotel and we have tried to sleep, but even if we were dead tired it has taken us a while to come to relax cause all the images of the track were coming in our head and the muscles were still contracted. 06/07/2007: Oyo is the town where the president of Congo was born, is not surprising then that the town has some magnificent houses and that the centre is crossed by a wide avenue surrounded by typical African markets and shops. Anyway, we have not stopped in Oyo for tourism. We needed to shop but especially to revise the engine. This morning we have parked in a calm street in front of the office of a transport company and I have dismantled the wheel for the nth time to check the belts and I have tightened one that screeched and I have put another that had fallen yesterday. I have also increased the pressure of the wheels that i had deflated to pass better on the sand, but I have dismantled before the starting electric motor that was making strange noises again. As the previous time I have taken out quite a lot of sand sand. Before getting it on I have put a little oil inside but when wanting to start off the engine, the motor was completely blocked. I have dismantled again but I didn’t get any positive result. Then I have communicated to Alexandra that was already annoyed that i should dismantle completely the starter and clean it. But it was not an easy thing to do and some truck drivers who have seen me with difficulties came to help me before I made anything stupid. The great quantity of mechanics in Africa, that know how to solve problems, is curious. With great precision they have dismantled all the parts of the electric motor, cleaned it with gasoline, covered it afterwards with grease - they have told me that i can not do it with oil - and put it on again. The engine started off very softly. The men that have been helping me left gradually, the last one was also about to be gone without asking anything in exchange of his valuable help, but I have called him back and gave him some sunglasses. Brazzaville (see on map) 10/07/2007:
There were many days now since we haven’t connected to Internet and that is one of the first things that we made when arriving to Brazzaville. Among the worried e-mails of the last two weeks when we seemed to have disappeared, there was one frozen my blood. Ben and Maria that were doing the same itinerary as us with one 4 x 4 wrote us from Namibia with the following words: "I can promise you that you will never be able to cross Angola with your auto caravan. We have found here the worst roads of all Africa". We had arrived to Brazzaville with pain and work, we had sung "we are the champions" because we had thought that from now the roads would improve, and they suddenly informed us that we did not have any option of continuing our journey with the auto caravan. When I communicated the bad news to Alexandra and added that I would continue the journey even if i had to risk our means of transport and living, Alexandra caught another nervous crisis. She explained to me that she had already passed it quite badly in Mbie and Leketi and that she could not pass for an equal or worse situation again. Her family at the other side of the world pressed her so that she returned and this time, I also cheered her up so that she actually did it. she was too stressed out, she was all the time cursing everybody, complaining about not doing the journey in a 4 x 4, crying every two of three, her hair was falling off... But I also told her that i would not wait for her, cause further on in the journey we would find new difficulties and she could not be running away every time. And that, together with the thought that during her absence I would cheat her with black girls, still retained her with me. Also although we were looking for air flight thickets and we found a very good offer, with which she was fantasising the following days, today, in the end she has decided to remain on my side whatever might happen. Anyway, while Alexandra meditated on her future, we went to the embassy of RDC (the other Congo) and asked them if they knew the state of the roads to Angola, but they did not know anything, not even the state of the road in the south of their country on the way to Zambia. We also went to ask the embassy of Angola, where a man has been able to inform us today that the main route towards Luanda was not the road that Ben and Maria took, but another one that passed through other village. That has given me expectations and a little also to Alexandra. In spite of everything, today we had an appointment with a doctor for the stress of Alex and the consequent falling of the hair and he has prescribed some homeopathic blue tablets for her. So, this afternoon Alexandra was convinced that she wants to continue and has communicated to her mother that she preferred taking the blue tablets that allow her to continue the journey with me, instead of returning to Europe where she could find again her family, friends, preferred food, the studies... So, we have lived three and a half intense days in Brazzaville and we have not had too much time for tourism, coerced also by reading that only 10 years ago, during the civil war, the militias walked with the heads of the decapitated enemies in the patrolling cars. Anyway, it is also true that there are few details that remember this macabre past, only around ten buildings still in ruin and with visible shrapnel marks. The rest of the city is modern, with high buildings and big avenues. In spite of its past, it is also a calm and safe city, or that is what has explained us different people, for example a Cuban that markets Chinese building material and we met him on the first day. He told us that he lived in Brazzaville for 12 years, during the war also, but although he explained us that during those times an ambassador was murdered with total impunity and the two daughters of another were raped, he felt safe all the time. RD Congo Matadi (see on map) 12/07/2007:
The blue tablets do not have any effect for now. Even though Brazzaville and Kinshassa are the two closest capitals in the world, separated only by a river, to cross it and to pass to the other country is not so simple, and Alexandra has lost again the nerves. I had informed myself beforehand about all the costs, but at the time of the truth everything was more and I did not have sufficient CFA (the Centre-African coin). I have been more of half an hour discussing with the guards of the port because i did not want to pay the 15 € that they said that i had to pay to pass, but I was in the end convinced that i should end up paying and I have had to change 10€. We have passed the formalities of immigration and customs with calmness, but at the time of embarking have found that the thicket was also more expensive (70 €) from what they had previously told me, and without discussing too much I changed 20 € more. But next they did not let us enter the boat because they said that we had paid the thicket too late, although discussing a little more we could cross the gate. Then all our papers were checked by a policeman and he told me that a stamp is missing in the document of the car. It was useless to discuss more, I went up to the barracks of the police where they sealed the document and finally could go up to the boat, but Alexandra on foot, because those were the norms for the passengers. Alexandra was completely out of her mind, saying that everything was my fault and of the lack of civilisation of the blacks (it is also true that previously Alex had addressed them the same bad words, obstructing some of the formalities). During the thirty minutes of journey Alexandra didn’t calm down continuing with the insults, but as we reached Kinshassa, an officer of the police asked her to accompany him to carry out the papers of immigration and customs while I took the car out. Alexandra followed him very annoyed, being lost among the crowd of blacks, some of which moved big packets up and down, sweating and the slaves panting as they formerly did it. But it was a good treatment for Alex, because when I found her again, she was conversing happy with a policewoman. Afterwards she explained to me that they had treated her very well. Alexandra had forbidden me to stop in Kinshassa. From Brazzaville they had explained to us that the police of Kinshassa can rob you by night, without hiding their faces with total impunity. They had also explained to us that it was dangerous to walk through the city, although there were crowds that did it. In any case, something of all this must be true, because most of the official buildings and rich houses had watchtowers and they were surrounded by thorny metallic threads and high walls. But although we managed our way out, we have lasted a good while passing through rich and poor neighbourhoods of this city of more than 5 million inhabitants. RDC is one of the African countries with less kilometres of tarred road per inhabitant, but for us it has been the country with better roads, because one of the few roads that is tarred is the one that goes towards Matadi, a city port with Portuguese colonial architecture. During the road, different police officers (all nice) and other people have been informing us that the deviation of the track that goes to Angola was found before reaching Matadi, a different track to the one that Ben and Maria took. In the consulate of Angola in Matadi they have also informed us that the recommended track should be passable with our auto caravan. We have calmed down quite a lot in this sense and we have discarded the option of taking a boat from Matadi to Luanda. In the consulate they also informed us about the cost of the visa that we will get tomorrow: 80 dollars each, for a visa of only 5 days that we will have to extend in Luanda (probably paying much more). It is the most expensive visa that we have found up to the moment. Seeing all the difficulties that we have had until now to obtain the Angolan visa (in the embassy of Brazzaville they did not have adhesives for the visa), it does not seem that we are very well welcomed in Angola. Tomorrow we will discover it. Angola Luanda (see on map) 16/07/2007:
We still lack a hundred kilometres to arrive to Luanda, but it is as if we had already arrived and we have today sung once again "We are the champions". These three days have been an odyssey and i do not find it strange anymore that Ben and Maria said that it would be impossible to arrive to Luanda with our auto caravan, but in spite of the adversities we have obtained it. On Friday we waited till three and a half for the consul of Angola to arrive, to be able to collect our visa. Before however, we had to answer a quite absurd interview with questions of the type: "say the name of a brother of your father", "you have ever been in prison"?. The visa of Angola consisted of an adhesive where they had written by hand, " 5 days transit". So, it was evident that the instructions of the Angolan government were of not giving tourist visa for no one, and so the tourists went as quickly as possible through their country. In the same situation had been Ben and Maria and also Tim, a boy who traveled in motorcycle and that we met in the consulate. We would have been fortunate if we had crossed the border the same Friday at night, because the day after, the border was crowded with trucks and people that wanted to cross because on every Saturday there was market between the two borders. it took us more than 5 hours to be attended to, meanwhile observing as the policemen disciplined the people with fists and sticks. Finally we could cross the border of Congo and also the one of Angola (troublefree) and then it started the real odyssey. Summary: Saturday: 65 km in 5 hours, the first four hours with an average of 10 km/hr. Damages: a part of the exhaust pipe fell off and the stairs of the auto caravan cannot be used anymore. Sunday: 190 km in 10 hours. Damages: the starting system went crazy, but we parked the car just in case in position that eases the possibility to start the engine in a different way. Today: 170 km in 10 hours, the first three hours to an average of 9 km/hr. Saturday was the worst day of the three days. When finishing the day we met Tim with his motorcycle in a small village where we camped. When seeing us he sighed happy and exclaimed: "What joy that you are here, thought that you would not manage to pass with the auto caravan through that hell". And really it was a hell: endless succession of vertiginous craters of dust and rocks delimited by deep uneven and cracked ruts. We had to have a lot of cold blood - to throw ourselves ahead thinking perhaps that we would not go out -, a lot of mental engineering - expression of Alexandra - to recognize the best stretch and a lot of skill on the steering wheel to follow it. Anyway we touched many times the ground, blocked twice (went out when Alex pushed the car) and we suffer some damages of minor importance. Sunday and today can not be compared with the previous day, but they have also been infernal. We have passed through a road for where Ben and Maria had also passed and they also described it as impossible with the following words: "the road turns asphaltic with big and deep holes". In fact the road was terrible. Alex said "we do not have a minute of calmness". The holes seemed impossible to pass. Anyway, softly went turning the frights off and advanced. And today I have already started to think with optimism that soon we will go out central of Africa and will be to relax again and meet people, see places of interest, eat better... 17/07/2007: Today it is my anniversary. I am 35 years old. Alexandra says that I have lived half of my life and I answer her that I only lived a third part. In any case, Luanda is one of the worst places of the world to celebrate an anniversary. The guide that we have says that it is the fourth most expensive city in the world (the hotels cost from 80€ And although we can not compare it with the other cities of the ranking, really the products of the supermarkets are very expensive, almost all imported. They also import plants and meat, for most of the country is sown of mines leaving the fields unused. On the other hand, Luanda is a monstrous city, the centre with modern buildings surrounded with thorny threads and the surroundings with "favelas" or neighbourhoods of huts of mud along the hills and rubbish everywhere. Another bad thing of Luanda is the traffic, terrible. From our entry in the city, we have done about two hours and a half to arrive to the embassy of Romania. There they were already warned about the arrival of Alexandra that had no more blank pages in the passport. But the ambassador recommended us to go out of Angola as soon as possible and to solve the problem of the passport in the embassy of Romania in South Africa. To be able to enter in Namibia and South Africa with the passport without blank pages tey made a travel document that it seems that will open the doors for her. On the other hand, they have told us that we do not have any possibility to extend the visa of Angola and added that it was dangerous to travel with the visa expired (a Romanian was four months ago in prison for one month because he was found in Angola with the expired visa). It expires tomorrow for us, but we maybe still have a week of journey before being able to go out of Angola. In any case, today in the afternoon, after carrying out all the papers with the embassy and buying something good to celebrate my anniversary, we have gone out running of Luanda towards the south. Namibia Frontera amb Angola (see on map) 21/07/2007:
in the embassy of Romania they had recommended us to arrive as soon as possible to Namibia not to have problems with the expired visa and in the same way that on the previous days we have been waking up at 5:30 in the morning in order to be able to drive about eleven hours till 6 or 6:30 pm. However, if on the previous days we had fear not to arrive to Luanda, we now had fear not to arrive to Namibia. Although we had not said it openly, Alex and I shared the fear of destroying the car before arriving to the border. The ambassador had explained to us that in Nigeria the car of a diplomat broke down while he travelled with his wife and daughter. When returning from searching help the women and the child were decapitated. Afterwards, the ambassador added: "Angola is not too different from Nigeria in this regard". The first day we drove 615 kilometres through a good asphalted road. The second day we drove 190 km for a track comparable to those of the north and started to worry about the days that it would still take us to arrive to the border. Ben and Maria had written to us that the roads of the south of Angola were also in very bad state and I had already calculated to drive the last 400 or 500 kilometres in 4 days. But on the third day the track improved and we advance 290 kilometres. If the road followed in good state we could arrive to Namibia the day after at noon and if not then in two days. It was a little frustrating, because the people did not know how to give any convincing answer on the state of the tracks often told us that the tracks were good and ended up being terrible or that they were bad and were tolerable. The second day in the afternoon, while Alexandra warned me continuously "soft, that you are entering in a hole", a motorcycle arrived on our side. It was Tim. At night we dined together and drank a beer conversing on our journeys and about how to gain money in route, writing and making photos in my case or making films in his. Even though we circulated at different speeds, we met once again on the third day and also today in the border. Today we have woken up early again with the intention of driving all the day towards south, as fast as possible but with the speed limited by Alexandra worried for not having any problem with the engine. The track has kept improving in the face of our incredulity. We did not understand because Ben and Maria had described us the track as terrible. There were many completely fixed sections and others in works; this was the only explanation that occurred to us. Anyway we kept thinking that in front of us the track would crack again. When we were only 120 kilometres away from the border I thought: "we can arrive in 2 hours or in 24 hours, who knows"?. And in the end, we have arrived to the same midday in the border and have expressed again our joy singing "we are the champions". We have crossed the border of Angola without receiving any fine for the expired visa. But on the contrary to what we expected we have found the problems in the border of Namibia. Windhoek (see on map) 23/07/2007: We showed our passports among tens of hands that also wanted to seal their documents with the entry stamp and finally an officer caught them. He sealed my passport, but when opening Alexandra’s passport he commented: - The citizens of Romania need entry visa and it can not be obtained here in the border. - And what can we do? - I asked. - Return to Luanda and carry it out from there. - But we can not enter again in Angola, our visa is expired. There are not any other options? - Not, there isn’t any other option. You have to return to Luanda. I insisted that there had to be some other solution because we could not nor we wanted to enter Angola again. But the officer became annoyed with me because i doubted his word and because according to him I appeared proud. In the end I had to go outside not to worsen the things and Alexandra had to stand the shouts of the officer who screamed that because of me we will stay between the two borders with threats of prison. Alexandra went out hysterical but hopeful that in spite of everything the things would straighten up. In the end, the officer was softened and he explained to Alexandra that in fact there was a solution. The visa could be carried out from the border, but we should wait between the two borders until Monday in the morning, that a superior officer would come. I could cross the border to buy food and after a while a Polish girl that wanted to go to Angola and did not have visa came because practically she was in a similar situation to ours. Mónica, was a little - not to say a lot - crazy, talked a lot and had the project of travelling up to Europe doing hitchhiking and with only 400€ in her pockets. We advise against central Africa, where only the visas would eat all her budget and in the end it seemed that she changed plans by going through eastern Africa or perhaps by plane. Today on Monday Alexandra presented herself in front of the officer that had to solve her problem, who with not too much interest said that they could make a transit visa of only 3 days. It has been the hardest moment of the journey: we had all the hopes and expectations in relaxing and visiting for about four or five weeks some nature reserves and the marvellous landscapes of Namibia. We have had to go to some town 60 km away from the border so that they printed the visa for her on the travelling document that Alex had from her embassy, and then had to return to the border so that they put the entry stamp and we left towards Windhoek through the same road as in the morning. We were again in a road race against the clock to arrive as soon as possible to the capital to carry out the visa of South-Africa and to try to extend the 3 day transit visa. We have been driving up to ten in the night, bad-tempered and pessimistic on our situation in the south of the continent. The only consolation has been the excellent road and the spotting of different wild animals illuminated by the lights of the car. 25/07/2007: Yesterday we went at first hour to the embassy of Africa South and when seeing the passport - without blank pages - they informed us clearly that they could not carry out the visa (The only country where Alexandra can obtain a new passport to continue the journey). We went to the embassy of Spain to look for support and they were very nice and let Alexandra call the embassy of Romania in Angola - were they were surprised that we couldn’t pass with the travel doc. - and to the embassy in Africa South - where there was nobody that could attend her. The ambassador of Romania in Angola told us that he would do some calls to fix the situation and we returned to the Embassy of South Africa where they were amazed that we came again. They denied again any possibility to enter South Africa, although, when Alexandra started to cry of despair, the girl that attended us suggested going to the department of immigration of Namibia where we could carry out a similar document to the travel document. Meanwhile, two days ago the battery of the car started to fail and in the end proved to be completely used up, we could only start the car by pushing it or by charging it from some other car. In the face of the difficulty to move with freedom through the city, the following thing that we did was to change the battery. Afterwards we went to immigration but they asked us to come the day after in the morning. Today we went there and after quite a lot of paperwork and bureaucracy they have delivered the required document. They have also informed us about not being able to extend the validity of the visa that expires tomorrow for Alex. Next we have gone to the embassy of South Africa where surprisingly have refused the new document. The supervisor did not even want to receive us and have returned to the Spanish embassy to make new calls. The Romanian ambassador in Africa South has expressed that he could not do anything to help us. The ambassador in Angola has surprised again and worried (in fact, we were in this situation because the ambassador gave us this travel document thinking wrongly that it would open all the doors). The ambassador has told us that he would call the embassy of South Africa, but we have received a call of the supervisor mid-afternoon announcing us that in spite of everything, he could not do anything to solve our problem and that likewise he would communicate it to the ambassador of Romania. But miraculously after five minutes, the supervisor called us again asking us to come to the embassy with all the documents. The supervisor has received us very nicely and apologised with a good excuse that had not received us in the morning. We have been commenting on the problem and he has finally suggested sticking the South African visa on a page of the passport reserved to the Romanian government, always and when he received a fax of the ambassador of Romania allowing this operation and also if Pretoria allowed him the procedure. We have left with hopes that the things would be solved soon, although I felt discouraged and sad for all the last problems and in the face of the inability to visit Namibia. When we obtain the visa we will have to leave towards South Africa due to the probable impossibility of stretching the period of validity of the visa. 26/07/2007:
We have received the fax of the ambassador of Romania and the embassy of South Africa has also received the consent of Pretoria and the assistant has commented to the supervisor, we will tomorrow have the visa in the passport of Alexandra. At last, the main problem was solved. Now we had to solve many other secondary problems, as for example to change the oil and filters of the car that was done very nicely by a service in spite of the fact that they were working on schedule. And in the afternoon we have relaxed. We have done tourism again since last time was long ago. Alexandra went to walk for shops and department stores and i visited churches and museums. Windhoek does not seem an African city. When we entered some days ago we identified it with Copenhagen. The city is clean, tidy; with big well asphalted avenues flanked by modern buildings and green parks; with some streets for pedestrians, centres of tourist information, women selling imported African art, and many whites walking, some of which have commented that the country is much worse now than years ago (in Namibia there had also been apartheid), a thought similar to the South Africans. South Africa frontera (see on map) 28/07/2007:
Alexandra already had the 3 days visa expired, but after collecting the South African visa, the office of immigration in Windhoek allowed us to arrive to the border the day after, Saturday, in the morning. But we took a couple of touristy visits ourselves through the country and we have arrived today, on Sunday, at night. These visits have obliged me to drive many more kilometres for roads and tracks, which despite being excellent, start to weigh on my aching back of so many African races. For luck, in South Africa, we will be able to relax ourselves at last (I cross fingers). On Saturday we visited the dunes of Sossusvlei introducing us in a territory where ostriches, antelopes and órixs grazed surrounded by big mountains of sand. When we could not advance more, we did a hike among the dunes to arrive to a valley that sometimes is flooded, with the ground cracked as a puzzle and the few trees lye in the powerful heat of the sun. We also discovered the small and interesting canyon of Sesriem, but not as spectacular as the Fish River canyon that we have visited today Sunday, an impressive and deep canyon winding through the middle of an arid plain, but, there was no river and no fish. ‹ Previous (31/05/2007) LUNA Next (2007-07-30)› ‹ Previous (2007-06-14 - Gabon) TARA Next (2007-07-12 - RD Congo)› |
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