Ruthless Angolan HOSPITALITY (continued, part 3) It was Monday morning. I waited for Marseille out of the house, and then packed up and gone, too. On the street filled the tank fuel truck gas station, and the fragrant smell of cheap gasoline is stuck in my clothes until I passed. It was cool, and light fog that hung in the air, one could conclude that the city had returned to work after a torpor Easter holidays. The Alpine landscape in Angola, I had lunch in the community midwife from Finland, with whom I met for another boundary. Needless to say, such people are simply necessary in a country with the highest child mortality rates in the world. The next morning, she dropped me off near the main hospital, and I went to the place where you could catch a car to the city of Namibe. 20 minutes later, instead of just wasting my time waiting, I decided to climb the hill and do "hitchhike" a little later. Three hours later, I walk to the city Umpata. The beach in Namibia Nature on the mountain tops was beautiful: the slightly hilly meadows, where the peasants worked everywhere grazing cattle. At one point I even decided to overcome all of 187 km on foot. But as soon as next to me stop the car, my tired legs willingly agreed to ride. Soon we began to descend the mountain on the western slope, the landscape was simply stunning. At the foot of the mountain women of the tribe mukubal stood beside the road and sell the milk. Their breasts were to pull a rope, and numerous necklaces clung to each other since they were covered with a thick layer of mud. When we started to approach the Namibe, I realized why this place is called the Skeleton Coast. I would not have lasted an hour here and with the small bottle of water, that I had with him. Captain Mingo and his ship Public campground (the only place in town where you can stay for less than $ 50) for three days was leased MPLA (ruling party in Angola since 1975, approx. Perevi.) For the celebrations in honor of the government, and many buses filled with children, arrived here, in anticipation of massive indoctrination of the latter. A few hours wandering around the city, I met a guy who asked me to stay at his house. I left my things at the hospitable host, and went to the port to find out when and where to send out ships. Head of the port took me to a local zoo, the animals showed the accident and said that a couple of days in the city of Lobito leaves the ship. He has five years of fighting the gunner in a tank based on the side of the MPLA, and killed several soldiers of UNITA, which he said he supported the United States. I myself served 10 months of the gunner, so we found a common theme, and compared the weapons and tactics of warfare, sipping beer, while he felt no remorse for his military adventures, and took their children home. Friendly team Every time I come to the Port Authority, told me that the departure is delayed. I'm upset because of the fact that nothing has trusted in a matter of time an African origin. To me it was well known as a fuzzy concept of time on this continent, but still I was quite naive and believed that the ship will be released into the sea the next day. In the apartment of my master's absolutely nothing happened. All just did what looked Brazilian soap operas all day long. Three days later I was ready to abandon the idea of ??traveling overseas. I gathered my things and was ready to leave when the apartment there were two officers, immigration officers. Roads Angola Corrupt officers wanted a bribe. And someone told them a place to stay is the only tourist in town. My host was arrested for what he did not report to immigration authorities that he lives at home foreigner. Of course, he had the opportunity "to settle" all in place for 20 dollars, while his blackmailers threatened him that if he were taken to the station, then from there you can get only $ 100. The man did not pay a bribe, and when he picked up in the plot, he told me that he does not need to worry, and that it is only lies. I went to the port, to learn, do not go there today, ship, and to my surprise, the ship was going to move off. Everything on the head "Deolinda Rodrigues II» was a small cargo vessel, which is beyond the territorial waters of Angola, did not go. I been given a cot in an officer's cabin, and after a few hours we weighed anchor. The sea was calm, and at sunset to a flock of dolphins joined us, who wished to surprise us by their acrobatic abilities. The next day I woke up thinking that we have already arrived in Lobito, a friend of mine Onorato told me that the head of the port has never walked this journey, and, consequently, erred in its length for the whole day. "Independence" in the shallows Life on board proceeded calmly. The team was very friendly and curious. They wanted to know more about the white guy who swam with them in one vessel. Meanwhile, the white guy has successfully fought boredom by browsing an extensive collection of American fighters and detectives dubbed with subtitles in Malay. I have received their portion of snuff and brackish wet ocean waves, and after the sun sank into the Atlantic Ocean somewhere in the side of Brazil, began a light rain. All except the captain, went to Nabokov, and at some point during the night when I lay in my bunk, trying to overcome the effect of antimalarial pills and fall asleep, the rain outside the porthole of my cabin sore, and the captain turned off the motor. We arrived in Lobito. Start material: <
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