We meet fisherman Juan. He has a small shelter made of reed right next to the road. Behind it and the narrow piece of ground it occupies lies a large river delta. His canoe rests by the water edge. Todays catch lies on a log next to him. He takes two of the fishes and grills them over a small fire for us to taste. “Caraçao” (heart), he says and points at us.
We camp a few kilometres further on, behind a roadside bar. Before the sun sets, we walk to a water outlet by the road where we bath.
Somewhere between Porto Amboim and Cacusaria da Queve, Angola.