April 1, 2026
During our second evening at the hotel, Stefan took us to a beachside restaurant owned by a friend of his named Tony.



After cocktails under a full rainbow, Stefan, Claire, Mark and I ate freshly cooked crab and grilled cherne and Lito fish. I liked the crab a lot as the shell was soft, But I did not like the fish. Anyway, we were up at 5 to go camping rain or not.
A camping adventure had been planned and put off due to excessive raining and flooding near our planned camp.





So the decision was made to pack up the existing camp, bring it to the hotel and re arrange it for a clean dry new camp in a different direction. All the plans were worked out by our staff.

Our desire was to travel along the beach between the ocean and the Tigres dunes, an idea we chose after flying over the same route the day before. To make it happen, we needed to hit the road at 5:30am on a spring tide and a full moon, arrive at the dunes an hour before low tide, drive along the beach until lowest tide and find a safe place to set up the camp, from which we are unable to leave until low tide the next day. A tall order that we happened to fit into exactly.
All the while on our adventures with Stefan, he would fly his drone at every opportunity. We managed to capture a few videos from his drone.
It all started in the rain, but we pushed ahead anyway. By the time we reached the ocean, 100 kilometers from town, the rain had stopped, but the sky remained overcast. By 11am, the camp was ready, the chef was preparing lunch and we had gone for a long walk on the beach. The sun had come out and everyone was happy. After a super lunch made by Stallin, we waded across a shallow bay to a tiny island and then walked around the island before heading back. As the tide was coming in, we had to hurry.


We hung out during the heat of the day and hiked up a big dune at 5pm.






It only took 10 minutes to get to the top, as Hugo and Mark together gave me a strong pull. At the top we sat enjoying the sunset. Stallin climbed up with snacks, and another staff person, Zaire, climbed up with drinks. Did we feel spoiled or what? Once the sun had set, we scooted down the steep dune to the beach. We had a good time making a mess of the dune surface. The beach itself was flat and calm. Claire went for a swim, but we did not. Stallin started dinner late and we did not eat until 10pm. He promised not to be so late in the future.

Thursday, April 2, 2026
Another travel day. Pack up camp into 3 vehicles and head north at 8am to get off the beach while the tide was low and head to the village of Tombua and further north to Moçâmedes, which was previously named Namib. We inspected a shipwreck we found called Vanessa, and checked out a marble quarry worked by the Chinese.



We stopped at a good sized grocery store and stocked up on snacks and drinks.


Then we drove east the rest of the day to a place called Virei and then to TchitunduHulo, a granite outcrop in the desert. After hours of rough roads we finally arrived at our chosen campsite at 5pm.








The staff busied themselves putting up our tents and setting up the shower tent. Stallin was good to his word and managed to get dinner on the table at 8pm. After a lovely meal of springbok, roasted vegetables and baked yams, I finally got my shower with luke warm water. Mark followed right behind me. We were content to go to bed in our tent.




Up early, we were surrounded by Ovakuvale tribal women by 7am. They were most interested in our photos on our phones and, after they got over the notion that we wouldn’t pay for their photos, they settled down and took an interest in what we were doing and eating. After breakfast, Claire, Mark and I went for a walk up a nearby granite hill that had some rock art.






A few of the locals followed us. The art was carbon dated at 20,000 years old and is believed to be made by the Ovatwa people who inhabited this area at the same time as the San (bushmen) people. The view from the rock hill told us there was more to see, so we walked down the hill and headed for the Ovakuvale village, their large cattle, goat and garden bomas and the action we observed. We met the village elder and learned about him and the Ovakuvale tribe.







They originate from the main Herero branch of tribal people, and speak a dialect of Otjiherero, called Olukuvale. They make a living from lifestock and food gardens. The headman (called a Soba) owns all the animals and will hand them down to one of his nephews when he dies. Meanwhile, he can give a number of animals to his sons. Every day the small animals are separated from the herd and had ticks removed to keep them in good condition. The food gardens are worked and managed by the women. The village people look to be in excellent health, with beautiful skin and ample nourishment.

Friday, April 3, 2026
The women are generally topless and wear a tight strap across the top of their breasts which is designed to point the nipples upwards. It is a tribal custom but looks uncomfortable to me. They also cut and file their two top teeth so that they are slanted away from each other. The effect is disappointing to look at, as their appearance is very attractive otherwise. Their clothing consists of colorful fabrics in the shape of tablecloths. They tie the ends around their chest or over the shoulder and let it hang.





When several of them are standing together, they look like a colorful fabric store window.
The tent shaped structures the tribe lives in are covered with a mixture of cow dung and mud to keep out the weather. They last several years before having to be remudded.
We saw goats and cows being milked for serving to the tribe and several women working in the garden. Everyone was friendly even if we could not understand each other.
Back at camp we chatted about our experience and were pleased that it had gone so well. Then Claire and Mark went off to see some more rock art while I worked on the blog. We have so little WiFi and internet that creating posts with photos is exceedingly difficult.
The afternoon was so hot that we hung out under the trees and napped. At 5pm we reconvened for cocktails and then dinner. A few ladies hung out with us and we took many photos of them in their colorful costumes.


Saturday, April 4, 2026
Another travel day. We broke camp early and were on the road by 8am. We returned over the same rough dirt roads 3.5 hours back to Moçâmedes. After a fuel stop with gas at $1.62 per gallon (fuel is supported by the government), we headed north and then west a couple of hours to Praia da Mariquita, a rustic beach lodge on the Atlantic ocean. Along the way we stopped at another shipwreck and a cemetery.






The scenery was spectacularly green after so much rain.



We stopped to buy bracelets from a man selling them on the highway.
We were all glad to get to the lodge and head for the ocean. Unfortunately, the undercurrent was so strong, it was not safe to be in the water. So we spent an hour in the salt water swimming pool.
I mentioned that the bed in our room was a double, not a queen, and that I was concerned about how we would manage in it. Claire decided the thing to do was to move one of the twin beds in her room to our room, so before dinner the three of them moved the single bed. It turned out to be made with very heavy wood that was not held together well. Before they could finish the move, the owner of the lodge caught them in the act and became rather unhinged. They tried to calm her down while continuing to move the bed. Later, Mark and I were grateful not to have to sleep in the small double.

Eventually we took long hot showers and convened for cocktails and a buffet dinner. We tried to avoid talking with the owner. Meanwhile, all through dinner we saw and heard lightening and thunder. The rain started just as we walked to our rooms. As we opened our door the sky broke loose in a deluge that lasted most of the night. It was still raining when we woke up at 5:30, but stopped about 7am and we were able to walk to coffee and breakfast.
Monday, April 6, 2026
After 2 nights at this beach hotel we decided to leave a day early. This gave us time to stop along the way as the drive out through an amazing valley was verdant green and full of wild flowers and interesting plants of which we stopped to take many photos.










Our journey was taking us to the 3rd largest city in Angola called Lubango (pop 3 million). It was here that we were to stay the night. Along the way we had heard that there had been more heavy rains which had disrupted our flight to Luanda and therefore we knew that we were going to have to make a new plan to get to the capital city of Luanda. Our drive to Lubango took us from sea level up to 6000ft climbing up a precipitous escarpment road with many twisting turns and dangerous trucks carrying large granite blocks.











































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































































