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Hi friends!

incredible back in civilization! Internet, electricity, water, mini-market ... but who is?

arrival or travel time from the most extreme ever! an expedition to the extent possible! travel (round trip, thankfully) in the Hereafter!

shipping for Kuito Kuanavale (and beyond):

Kuito:

is the border town of Kuito, Angola in the city that is considered the end of the world.

Kuito was under siege for 30 years and in fact getting closer to the city is a feast of all carcasses of tanks, armored vehicles, amphibious vehicles ... ruins, shipwrecks, rusted skeletons of war ...

Once in Kuito, the reception is excellent, Mark had worked here 10 years ago and everybody knows it. Now the city has changed and the asphalt road, telephone network and electricity generator with gasoline in many houses the main road. There are guest houses and restaurants and also some movement at night.

Kuito Kuanavale I really liked it, is a town of a few colonial houses destroyed, as always, but located on top of a hill and you always see a distant horizon and the river Kuito flowing majestic (and full of crocodiles) to bottom of the valley.

remnants of war, broken-down tank, mig and Russian guns are everywhere in disuse.

in the river where he always went for a swim (eye on the crocodile!) To combat the stifling heat, was full of sunken boats and armored vehicles abandoned on South African shores.

oxen to graze everywhere, women with baskets on his head as usual and fishermen in a canoe, a canyon that is devouring the city center (already has sucked the colonial church) and also a beautiful park of dead trees, as if they were sculptures.

atmosphere relaxed and friendly and make everything more beautiful African sunset.

done the work to Kuito and attacking neighboring cities (over 100km) has quickly became clear that a trip to the next town hall (Mavinga) would have been impossible for two of the three machines we had available: a single land cruiser can navigate your way Kuito-Mavinga and no other car. two teams then return Menongue in the two Nissan provided and a "super team" Impact: Marco, Assis, Fernando and I, with the land cruiser head towards Mavinga!

THE FRONT:

The road between Kuito and Mavinga was the scene of war for 30 years and is undoubtedly one of the worst roads in the world to join two capital cities.

it is a subspecies of the path of more than 200km impossible to cover in less than a dozen hours. a path to conquer cm per cm!

Across the street is a stretch of sand (furniture?) Holes and unlikely routes up and down totally prohibitive ... the desolation of the route is then made even more extreme by the fact that the 220km between Kuito and Mavinga are completely deserted, empty, deserted, uninhabited. there is nobody. no one to help you in case of failure, for example.

who undertakes this journey it has been said that arrivals ...

here we can only pass a land cruiser (or, optionally, a tank) and the way we say it is not among the most popular: there is both yes and no a couple of cars per month.

or to Kuito, nor Mavinga (or more) you can find fuel, so you need to cram the machine tanks and barrels of gasoline.

and in fact, just entered this extreme adventure, the holes in the dreadful path, tossing and squotendo all (of course we also passenger beaten up by all the parties), split the cap of a can of gas put on the roof, generating a shower of gasoline on us and inside the car.

do is slow down to stop the fuel Piggie (valuable), but stop the car in the sand is the end: the car is stranded.

push, dig, pull ... you again! very dirty (the sand here is mixed with ashes of frequent fires with gasoline, do not tell you)

and here they are in fact fire (all intentional) of the forest!

and away, soaked and covered in petrol, everywhere, inside and outside the cabin, with 100l of petrol over the machine and others in 200l, in the flames of the fire at full speed! (No from, was not something so suicidal! If not go back! Heheh)

and anyway if this makes you think a Molotov cocktail on wheels, know that here the real bombs to fear are mine! This land is minatissimo! mine for 30 years! anti-personnel mines, anti-tank mine ... the path is mine clearance, but you can not leave even a cm away from the grooves on the facts of the wheels of cars that have made it.

you can not put a foot outside, nor to push the car, nor to piss. nothing. if you own and forgot about this advice, quiet, the whole street is lined with gutted carcasses of tanks, armored cars, civilian cars, trucks to always remember. There are also unexploded aerial bombs and helicopters crashed. so much to like.

temperatures in these parts among other things are hellish and air conditioning can not be put to save fuel, and then open the windows (so as not to die poisoned by gas forming puddles in the car) , but this move makes room for the shrubs and vines thorns of the bush to whip their arms and faces of passengers.

short, a heroic feat!

and eventually, after a whole day in these conditions, filthy as ever and with his back and arms bruised, here we are in Mavinga!

Mavinga:

Mavinga, as the bitter enemy of Kuito during 30 years of war and on, I imagined somehow bad, aggressive; Mavinga instead presents itself as a quiet, relaxed, with rolling hills all around, pleasant little rivers that surround it, wide streets, a few brick houses, unpretentious, a huge police station and quarters for countless thatched huts spread spaciously on territory.

here there is so much space that the prisons are the villages of huts, such as other, normal, open. who put us there remains the immensity that surrounds him does not give him no hope of escape .

Mavinga is very isolated, no electricity, no telephone, no running water, but the people here is very organized. has nothing but organized.

Also the territories near Mavinga amazing, other than those seen so far: large landscapes, cattle, fields of manioc. there is a something more authentic, more traditional here.

the night darkness.

stars

fresh.

silence.

beautiful Mavinga.

BACK TO Kuito:

Due to lack of fuel, which unfortunately was not infinite, after visiting some places there Mavinga We could delve further (to Rivungo) Kuito and we went through the same terrible way of going (the only!)

departure at 2:30 at night (not to avoid problems down the road)

the road is the same, only this time the fires that we almost blew up the first leg in the air, they return fire and shot down dozens of trees who are still steaming along.

you can not get around (there are mine!) Then we go by force of arms, push and burning large logs on the roadside (just as insecure: there are mine!) And go forward.

usual graveyard of cars and means of war and after 12 grueling hours of travel back to Kuito Kuanavale the immediate dip in the river (full of crocodiles, as always).

that Goduria

NANCOVA TO:

A Kuito recover and maybe reload fuel that led us to Menongue and shoot us in another way just as exhausting: the way of Baixo Longa Nancova.

is a way of kind of Mavinga, a little 'less difficult, but undermined, and holes filled with sand and slopes unacceptable. there are rivers to be crossed by car with water that reaches the window and infiltration of the gates, but everything is under control.

the bush is even more dense and takes away pieces of the car, whip arms and face, he entered splinters, pieces of wood and insects of all kinds: for all travel in the face of locusts and cockroaches climbing the tropical legs.

first stop in Baixo Longa night. obviously there is no light and only water to drink is that of the river and the bottles of bottled water purchased in Kuito starting to run low ...

the morning en route to the river and Nancova after several hours.

Nancova stands on a promontory checking a giant endless plains crossed by rivers. Monastier di Treviso is much larger Nancova here is that of the provincial capital.

Here there is nothing: just a few huts, a stream (as always full of crocodiles) and many cattle. people spend time at the river (and us) and this community of people splashing naked and has a strong classic because of (greek-classic).

here there is no water to buy and we have to drink river water.

the reception is excellent and the people is absurd. a little 'depressed, but very nice. seems a little 'na madhouse. the hospital (too big for this place) is empty: this medicine did not arrive so the sick do not go there.

accomplished our mission, ready to return at last (after becoming men of the jungle), and then awake again at 2:30 and go!

hours or hours away.

swimming in rivers.

no lunch (a classic)

and finally here we are!

safe and sound and happy to be able to tell even this adventure!

Kuando Kubango me is just like a lot! hehehe

chauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

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And here I am again, in the rubble of Menongue, continuing the absurd adventures Kuando-Kubanghensi.

's week has been rather sedentary compared to the typical extreme nomadism of this work: for various reasons, economic trends and cross-extravagant 2 groups of 3 have moved to Cuchi (about a hundred miles from here) while working in the city remained a pending helicopter. Then all returned to

Menongue, waiting for visas renewed, new cars, tanks of petrol from Luanda, logistics contacts with army captains, provincial governors and other things like that, we were working in the vicinity of the city, ready for Monday, the day that you will undertake a large shipment of Kuito-Kuanavale (if the gods are with us will become the shipment Kuito-Kuanavale/Mavinga [that if the universe will smile on us shipping Kuito-Kuanavale/Mavinga/Rivungo (if we really really really good so it could also become the shipment Kuito-Kuanavale/Mavinga/Rivungo/Nancova, but to be honest, this is not humanly possible)])

apart from the difficulty of the terrain is mostly a matter station.

then black out again Monday on all fronts of communication with the world, an unknown number of days.

Here in this place of Smoking Barrels, programming (even approximate) is impossible: for example, the other day there was a national emergency: all alerted, phone calls between the Ministry, the teams, the repartição Municipal da Saúde , governors .... What happened? a team had been reported missing!

(... my!)

we started at 8:00 in the morning to a place called Jamba Cueio, 50km away from here, come a little 'complicated, long stretches of sandy beaches, rivers to be crossed by car but all things considered feasible.

obviously there are no telephones then, with this information we left this village. everyone expected back for the 11:00, but nothing. lunchtime still nothing, nothing early afternoon, oh well, siesta. waking up at all! still missing, at 18:00 at night and haul anything! (These parts travel at night is half suicide, then they all started to really worry about) you start to organize a recovery command to come and take, already hypothesized faults, multiple wheels broke, stranded in the sand with need for permanent leave the machine or the machine locked into a river, or broken engine or accidents, or mine, or dispersed in the bush without a compass .... that have happened? 19:00 to nothing! we were not there yet!

to 20:00 at the end appeared in town!

sigh of relief for all and all to ask what had happened.

absolutely nothing.

sent us to a place that was not at 50km away, but to 115km, to get a bad way of rocks, holes, sand and various rivers to be crossed by car. a path in which you can never exceed 30km per hour.

115km +115 km = 230km at an average of 20km / h are 11ore and a half away, more work on site.

parties arrived at 8:00 and 20:00 (no lunch).

this gives an idea of \u200b\u200bthe absence of awareness conditions to be faced by all operational and administrative bodies in this province and therefore the impossibility of planning and approximate timing of the needs of the next few days.

for the rest well, a bit 'bored here in Menongue, where life is concentrated in a 400m road and where there is nothing to be done, much better than shipments in the bush!

here you up and down the dusty road par and burnt by the sun, stopping by the "Meninas" or "carnival", from "my enemies" or "congolesas" and so goes the day. always the last beer at the "Esplanade"

routine is always interrupted only a few motorcycle accident (driving crazy!) and surreal scenes, like fighters who launch the bike clubs and other amenities of the type.

that's all.

I'm going to prepare the backpack.

tomorrow back to unknown frontiers of a country in shambles.

PS Oh, I forgot: Do you remember the helicopter that we had to bring in the most hidden places of the province?

is damaged by several days in a place unreachable by land.

probably should not rely too heavily on these aircraft Angolan ....

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Kuando Kubango gooooood morning!

Menongue and Sunday and just opened the door to the horrific board of contention (and the dirt [and the waste]), here: a hurricane of dust and trash that sweeps the city.

powerful winds are due to the rains began to fall in the center of the country and generate monsters (of garbage) here.

sand and dust everywhere, eyes, throat, ears, in his underwear.

So I spend my relaxing weekend.

I came Menongue Friday, after a grueling week and incredible in the south of the province. Kuando Kubango is very apocalyptic! never seen anything like that.

is a place of absolute disorganization, ignorance, corruption, incompetence, inefficiency, lack of everything when everything is difficult and complicated.

for example, all that is 200,000 km2 Kuando Kubango (Italy makes 300,000) to Menongue only here there are gas stations. distances and poor roads (trails than roads), bombed, full of mine-infested rivers with no bridges to cross make it even more difficult.

engineers who join us are all of a radical failure, brutal. not an offense, for the most part are literally illiterate. and drivers? worst thing ever, do not know the access roads to the cities, they can not go on the sand (in this province is the more normal condition) and one out of the way to invent his own way (in a post of mine ... oh infstato ). also do not follow orders, arrest without reason or authorization, do what they want.

We started Sunday morning at 3 am (now normal time of commencement day) filled with gasoline at a time sappertutto Rim of the municipalities, three territories available (it seemed) only from the Namibian side of the River Kubango.

The operation required to cross over into more or less unknown in Namibian territory, and to base in the town of Rundu, on the traditional canoe through them repeatedly in the mighty river Kubango to reach the predetermined location.

The operation was logistically complicated: several repeated incursions are not easy, especially if the canoes come across hippos, as has happened to the group of Mark, if Angolan authorities on shore leave you without support nor the vehicles, if administrators do not know their own health unit, or which ones work and which do not, nor where it comes from and how.

result: back where we came from Orla and refers the Angolan side, a legendary street and of all that impossible, but ultimately doable, though difficult.

the apotheosis of the inability, ignorance and corruption of the directors was complicated when we discussed an expedition in the interior of the region and for which we absolutely need more fuel. administrator Kalai (halfway) with a friendly smile has promised the delivery of fuel to our return, no doubt, and sent us in the middle of hundreds of miles of uninhabited bush.

reneged on our return has run the floor and if we had not had more fuel than expected, we would have probably started life in the middle of the savannah. we could not go, simple, no?

Poor

Angola, so devastated and drained by ticks of corruption and the most total social breakdown. simply cross the border with Namibia and immediately everything organized, beautiful, clean, economical, orderly, even the villages of straw, straight asphalt roads with lots of road signs, cut grass savanna English (or rather kept low by the impressive herds of cattle that graze everywhere). Namibia is incredibly different! yet it is the same land! The other Africa.

But in Angola, always trash everywhere, scrap cars and trucks in the main roads, destroyed, full of potholes, sand or sharp stones, stretches of land burned continuously, garbage (again, is that there is too much!), Disorganization , exorbitant prices, lack of basic hygiene, lack of health services, education, corruption, disorder, trash, wildlife exterminated, inefficiency, waste.

in the cities where we were: city (or country) who are at the great river Kubango where no water for both washing and for drinking. other cities (countries) where the only option is to stay the night in huts where the roaches will walk overhead (is true) and other such things unthinkable.

Kuando Kubango is really bad. as a team, some say that the people here is touched, it's crazy because of the war. seeing as I drive there.

many people here still want the war, that of General Savimbi and UNITA.

perhaps that is what the state of Angola "punishes" sti territory left in a state of absolute misery.

all Orla Angolan talks almost more English than Portuguese, and accepts only dollars, not the Namibian Angolan kwanzas.

mah

experience extremely short!

animals I have not seen, even if they are passed rivers filled with hippos, swam in rivers infested with crocodiles (at right, though) and I saw a lot of elephant poop on the street.

tomorrow we'll find another two fronts, some on land and instead Cuchi my team that remains in Menongue waiting and depending on the helicopter flight to Rivungo this perhaps ... the most extreme boundaries of this territory forgot ...

letters coming from the edge of the world in the next blog

chauu

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delicatessen

I often wonder how I eat during these weeks, to tell the truth, fine. I'm not complaining. a lot of game meat, sometimes fish the river, sometimes cans of something, sometimes nothing.

in Moxico I must say that having two women in the team gave us a great culinary logistics, infinitely better than last year in Zaire and Kwanza Norte and infinitely better too, of course, that we will have to Kuando Kubango.

however, by way of curiosity, I present a dish Angola:

the Maiumbos , local delicacy!

worms are ground, cooked, other than massongos , which would be more trees and are thick and juicy (see the video post in Kwanza Norte) .

fork as you eat small chips, with the inevitable acts (manioc polenta)

bellyfuls that I did at Léua!

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KK (Kuando Kubango)

Menongue. Capital KK (Kuando Kubango) the region that suffered most of all the 30 years of civil war in Angola, where South Africans attempted to conquer and were stopped by the Cubans, a land that was most heavily infested by landmines.

The arrival in Menongue is in a plane wobbles ever seen and I suspect so, but that still leaves us nell'areoporto, after which, the door opened, red dust and empty horizons with some of the Chinese trucks to flatten land as red, dusty and empty.

collassatoa after 10 days in Luanda was just what we wanted!

bem-vindos a Menongue.

Menongue is a semi-destroyed by the bombing of decades ago where the bikes running around in all directions from one side of the river fast and furious that bisects the city and the vast mussekes and the territory around the city: dusty, red and empty.

in 30-hour presence in the middle we could see a nice way to threats, theft in the restaurant where we had dinner a few hours earlier, police special operations commandos and military police in the small market town and other amenities.

Kuando Kubango to say that the subtle tension of an area that has experienced 30 years of war is still present.

but apart from these little things and the prices (always absurd and related services in ever decreasing) the arrival was quiet and friendly (except the maids who insult customers.)

in each case as soon as you step out of Menongue waiters there will be no more because here everything is scarce and out of town seems to be really nothing.

the largest supermarket in Menongue not even sell water.

Kuando Kubango is basically defined como "on earth do fim do mundo" a place where there are only revenue but no output ...

communist propaganda of the red robes, no doubt.

cononsciuto we have technicians who will join us in this adventure and we just have to contact the crew of the helicopter headed by ... incredible ... Maior by Auxilio!

maior is the degree, major, Auxilio is the name, Help.

short counting with the Maior Auxilio helicopter to reach all the places without a problem, as the name itself, is not it?

For now no more, in bottom these are just first impressions and general superficili.

and on the other hand for the rest KK não Deixa de ser Angola

always exciting new adventures in the next post (dusty, red and blank)

saluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuutissimi

chau