|Himba woman with her son on the go in Opuwo|
Himba-Frau mit ihrem Sohn, unterwegs im Städtchen Opuwo
|Himba women - between tradition and modernity|
Himba-Frauen - zwischen Tradition und Moderne
|Our campsite at the Oppi-Koppi Restcamp|
Unsere Campsite auf dem Oppi-Koppi Restcamp
Cute porcupines - they are visiting the restaurant
at the Oppi-Koppi Restcamp every evening
Putzige Stachelschweine - allabendliche Besucher
im Restaurant des Oppi-Koppi Restcamps
We go via Kamanjab (with a stay at the Oppi-Koppi Restcamp, as always, since here you often meet other travellers, the food is good and the Belgian owner Vital a nice chap) and Opuwo, heading for Angola.
There are four border crossings between the two countries. We opt for the smallest one, in Omahanene, as this should be the easiest one. On Namibian side our passports are quickly stamped out. I go back to the camper, while Martin is still busy with the Carnet de Passage.
Suddenly an officer approaches our car, asking me for various vehicle numbers. Martin is coming back promptly, followed by three other officers. First they want to check our chassis number, which they find after a while. Then they also want to check the enginge number. “The enginge number? No idea where to find it,” Martin just says, and opens the bonnet. From my seat I watch the heads of the four border officials disappearing under our bonnet - and not appearing anymore.