The Angolan Dash.

Not our finest moment, and one that will not be repeated! Running very behind schedule and not wanting to be denied access to the DRC again, we needed to enter the DRC before 1 March.

Breaking all of the rules regarding driving only during the day, and after a good night's rest, we both took turns driving day and night, operating on 3-4 hours of sleep.

Harsh reminders of our stupidity were blatant in the form of witnessing horrendous head-on collisions between motorcyclists, avoiding and hitting terrible potholes, and almost riding over a young man's dead body, who had been left in the middle of the road by someone who had clearly hit him, killed him, and left his body where it lay.

The feeling of helplessness is one that Shereen struggles with, and there were far too many reminders in quick succession during this part of the journey.

We were both fragile and needed some time to somehow integrate all that we had experienced in this intense two-day dash.Read more