Through Angola in 5days!
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It was a late start to the day once we got on the road and the next route was not like the previous days! This route hadn’t seen tar of a grader for some time. Matt on his BMW was finding it slow going and I rode in front, I find speed is better in sandy conditions. We had travelled about 50kms in 2.5hours, I had spent an hour of that waiting. I got to a small market place that sold clod drinks so stopped, got Matt a cold one also and waited for him, he was taking longer than I had thought but he was managing the route at his pace. I was keen to get moving after a while but Matt wanted to rest more and told me to continue alone a few times.
Eventually I decided it was best, he was going to try and get his visa extended at a town 150km away but I was not.
The next day I past what I thought was where the Casa Grande was, the Subsea7 compound where I stayed before. I went and had a look and found it easily from memory but none of the guys were around, the crew change was a couple of days before and had all left and the office Subsea7 people where inLuanda.
He went on across to take photos of the bridge and I finished changing my filter. I caught him up again a good bit down the road again and we headed south. After lunch by a seaside town I went in search of a bank to change money, when I got back Matt was gone, hmmm he must have rode on again as it had taken me a while going to couple of different banks before getting cash.
Riding south toLobitoand Bengula the change was dramatic, this place was white rocks and very sandy. I was treated to a beautiful fiery red sunset as I came in. Found a secure hotel to park the bike and the locals were amazed when I told them how far I’d travelled. Upon doing my daily end of day maintenance to the bike I found I’d sheared another bolt on the other side of the racking from the one that was repaired in the DRC. I managed to hold it in place with a couple of jubilee clips and a couple of straps pulling either side of the racking together.
Next day I was on the road early and the secondary road had a mix of tar and 40km of rough piste. Once I had hit the tarred section again I opened the bike up but had a real lose of power. I oiled my spare air filter and put it in but the old one wasn’t that bad and I’ve had much worse, hmmmmm…. The problem was still there and I had to keep the bike revving in the power band to keep her moving, next I stopped to change the spark plug as I hadn’t been done when I serviced it. It didn’t look that bad either and was dry but put a new one in anyway as I had stripped the fuel tank and stuff off.
I’d done a good 50km after my last fuel stop on tar and didn’t notice this drop in power, and I’d also drained the carb in case water had got in from the water filled holes I went through… none and it had lots of fuel. Coming into the town ofLubangoI thought in air again and removed the air filter completely and cleaned out all dirt from the air box before riding again. She seem to ride much better, put the filter back in and rode back to a service station I’d passed and cleaned both filters with the petrol I had and installed one of them lubed up with filter oil to stop small particles of dust getting into the engine.
I don’t have the time to mess around and only have one more day left on this visa, once across intoNamibiaI knew there were civilisation and a KTM dealer, but nothing here so needed to push on. As I rode following a dying thunder storm I stopped again and put the dry air filter in and this improved it a bit, I know my bike demands lots of air and there is something up with the mixture. I had also reconnected a wire that tells the bikes brain it’s running on high octane fuel, I had disconnect this months ago for low octane inWest Africa.
It was getting dark as I rode towards Cahama, the road ended and a graded piste began along side a road under construction.