The Namib Desert, Angola Pt. 2
We continue moving through the Namib Desert, the landscape always changing. At times it’s sandy and barren, and then other times rocky with the odd tree.
As we drive deeper into the heart of the desert we encounter more and more local tribespeople, who I think are the Mukawana tribe. All are extremely friendly, though speak little to no Portuguese and don’t understand any of my Spanish. One man in particular takes an interest in us and pays a visit one morning in camp. He brings his 13 year old daughter who he is very proud to introduce, and we “talk” with hand signals and smiles.
When I offer a cup of coffee he is extremely happy, though he immediately spits it out after tasting it. Apparently he has no concern about offending me!
Finally I figure out it is sugar he needs, and after adding many heaping spoons he is much happier, and grins madly while drinking coffee with us. I love his flip-flops, made out of an old car tire and he is very happy to pose for a photo of them.
Later in a small village we meet an entire family who again welcome us though we share no common language.
The days are scorching hot, and the nights beautifully cold. I could stay out here a long time.