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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