Today we are camped along the banks of the Ovakango river - the Namibian border with Angola. Coming from an island state, it seems funny to think that those boys we watched play soccer on the other bank as the sun went down live in a completely different culture with a different language to the culture we're currently in.
Actually the north of Namibia is different to everywhere we've been here so far. To be fair, we've spent a lot of time driving through national parks and conservation areas, but it seemed like the minute we passed through the veterinary barrier we passed from rich to poor Namibia. Up here on either side of the road there are small communities of half a dozen or so stick and mud huts and the people subsistence farm - it feels very similar to the road up the coast of Mozambique, but with extra cattle and goats on the road.
Actually the north of Namibia is different to everywhere we've been here so far. To be fair, we've spent a lot of time driving through national parks and conservation areas, but it seemed like the minute we passed through the veterinary barrier we passed from rich to poor Namibia. Up here on either side of the road there are small communities of half a dozen or so stick and mud huts and the people subsistence farm - it feels very similar to the road up the coast of Mozambique, but with extra cattle and goats on the road.
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