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Himba maidens, a couple of hours past Ruacana border
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Kingsley stopped the convoy when we reached a fine place to camp. We met the local Himba chief, who we invited for a feast. Kingsley paid for a goat, which they slaughtered, and the maidens came from far and wide to join the feast and dance for us around the fire
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