At first it is the red-tipped stakes I see rising about a metre from the
white Angolan sand. A double row of them
marks a narrow corridor of death snaking through the bush. Then I see that between the stakes lie partially
uncovered anti-tank mines. Twenty-eight
years ago I was a soldier on the frontline of battle. Now the frontline is still here and the mines
fight on like a lost regiment, not knowing that the war is long over. It is the mine-clearing NGO, the HALO Trust
that forms today’s opposing army as they painstakingly find and destroy the
mines, making the land safe for the people of Angola.
Read the full story of this year's visit to Cuito Cuanavale on my travel blog: Wandering not Lost
