My crazy travel stories from my trip to every country in the world just get crazier and crazier…. My time in Africa was proving to be quite eventful, from crashing my rental car in Namibia, to hopping in and out of war zones in South Sudan and Burundi, I had finally come across Angola, arguably the most difficult country in the world to visit. The story with Angola is that is has oil. Welcome to West and Central Africa. Not for the faint hearted, and without doubt the hardest region in the world to travel in.
With all this in mind then, the old boys who run the country neither want, nor need, tourist dollars. In fact, they actively discourage it. The less eyes on the corruption, the wealth disparity and the violence the better.
Thankfully, Alfredo from Italy follows my blog. And that was that. I booked my flight from Namibia to Luanda, Angola. Alfredo had told me he would send a driver to pick me up, and I could come and stay on his work compound, complete with security, wifi, kitchen etc, amazing. Angola has developed a terrifying reputation in recent years with muggings, kidnappings, violent crime all an every day part of the their society.
All-in-all, I was a little nervous to be visiting, but ever so grateful for Alfredo to sort everything out for me. And so I landed in Luanda, my visa, after all the headaches, worked successfully and I was in.
I collected my bag and went outside, hoping someone would be there to pick me up in this crazy place. Alas, no one was there. I tried to get online, tried to use my phone, searching for wifi, no idea what I was gonna do. They speak Portugese in Angola, and my Portugese is limited to listing famous Brazilian footballers, probably not gonna cut it. After hanging around aimlessly, suddenly Alfredo pops out of nowhere, along with his driver, with a big hug.
