Ola Amigos, com estas?

So here we are in Angola and we are all safe. Talk about a range of contrasting experiences so far! We first tried to cross the border from Namibia at Ruacana where the officials wore board shorts and refused us entry, forcing us back to Oshikango, where the smart uniformed men and women bent over backwards to help us get through. Accommodation is astronomical, but beer and fuel are cheap. The Angolan people are warm and welcoming but no one speaks English. The roads are either brand new tar or rocky, rutted, corrugated and pot-holed! We've had crazy traffic and bustling city experiences and also camped on a wind swept beach where we saw no one else for three days. It's exhausting and exhilarating and we still feel amazed every day that we are actually here.              Adeus e tchau!