Across The DRC Day 2
In the morning we are up and moving before the heat of the day, and before our curious neighbors can return to resume their endless staring. Immediately the “highway” picks up where it left...
Category: DRC
Across The DRC Day 1
From the second we move away the border, the road is barely a road. It’s really more of a walking / motorbike track. The track is so overgrown I am scraping through brush on...
Into The DRC
Mercifully the heat and humidity drop overnight, and so I sleep soundly, happy to be less than ten yards from a Policeman. In the morning I share around sugary tea before bidding farewell and...
