2015 has finally come to an end. A chaotic year that started as one of the most difficult of my life but ended as one of the best. Life may kick you mercilessly sometimes, but afterwards, it will always find a way to compensate you with joy, for the sorrow it put you through.
If you have come this far after reading all the stories of Angola, you already know it and it will not be any mystery: Angola has reached my highest personal award, that of having won my heart.
Rest periods on a trip of many years are necessary, but more rest than necessary may also end up being counterproductive. Getting back on the saddle after living 3 weeks in Luanda, among friends, events and hang outs, required a great effort.
My first contact with Angola had occurred five years ago, in 2010, when my boss at the office I worked for in Chengdu, China, put me in charge of a project for an office building in Luanda for a Chinese developer there.
A few kilometers after leaving the bush I once again met again with the Atlantic Ocean in Benguela. I began a new stage in this country that I had already fallen in love with.
After crossing 350 km of bush for a week, I finally arrived in Lubango very tired. But instead of staying in the largest city in the south of the country I decided to continue 15 km uphill to Humpata, a small village located on a plateau at 1920 m high.
I had been cycling for almost two months of pure adrenaline, pedaling along the remotest roads of Namibia. I had been enjoying the beautiful solitude of a sublime scenery while dodging potentially dangerous encounters with wild beasts on a daily basis and coping with the scarcity of resources.
