Part 2-
So the plane takes off from Walvis Bay, one of those prop jobs that makes me rather nervous even though Luanda presents a far more mysterious destination.
The two model-types, Bree and Cassie, seated across the aisle ease me with their toothpaste commerical smiles but moreso with their buxom t-shirts. We are headed into the heart of Angola for a World Cup Qualifier and despite out betting interests would likely be better serve keeping those close to the vest.
Due to our skin tone, we get many a raised eyebrows. Having recently learned the Angolan national cheer, we use that as our currency for survival.
At the end of the day, we feel somewhere between Leonardo DiCaprio in Blood Diamond and Robert Deniro in casino.
As we jettison off to our next desination, Hans inflects across the tarmac to me "tonight we celebrate zee victory, more fish no?"