It was December 2011. Ana had malaria, the Congolese presidential elections threatened to end in yet another civil war and Angola had suspended its visa services indefinitely.
Meeting the characters early on, we get a feel for just how the expedition will play; fun is the main ingredient interwoven into all the proceeding 43,000 miles.
This is an original and remarkable story from an age when women had won the vote, but had yet to find acceptance as mechanics, engineers, motorcyclists… no matter how well they acquitted themselves.
A landscape consisting of dry stone, rocks and dust, with small shrubs and bushes dotted around, the arid surroundings were [...]
The view out of the window is a belter. I’m sat looking over the lush green palmerie, at the shifting colours, with shadows dancing across the folded ridges on the Djebel Sarhro Mountains filling the horizon.
It’s already a whole new world, of white houses, maze-like markets, beautiful mosques, traditionally-clothed men and women, heavily-loaded donkeys.
Jonny never takes the easy option. If he can take a route that will provide him with new adventure and experiences, and travel without other overlanders, then he will. This results in exciting illegal border crossings and heart stopping moments where his discovery by man or beast is only a breath away.
I was eventually granted a transit visa, which gave me just five-days to ride the length of Angola. It was a 1200 mile journey through a country littered with landmines and with no ‘proper’ roads…