I’d spent two days on planes, starting in Doha, with airport stops in Cape Town and Windhoek; before finally landing in Lubango, Angola. Chris, one of our two guides for the coming 12 days, waited patiently for us at arrivals. Meanwhile, Shawn, our second guide, was outside using the little free time between the departing group and our arrival to carry out some on-the-fly maintenance on one of the 4-wheel drive twin cab pickup trucks. “The roads are rough”, he said. That turned out to be a serious understatement.