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DR Congo Rally - Kinshasa to Lubumbashi
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http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6097.jpg Its the last day of the year. We feel the exhaustion and stress in every cell of our bodies, but what a way and what a place to spend it really. We have the comfort of a shower, a table to spread a lovely New Year dinner and the beauty of our bush camp under the most amazing sky. We feel far away from anything familiar, but we are among friends and we drink our champagne to our dear friends and to you who are supporting us and keeping us virtual company in this cathartic trip. Happy 2012! Ziua/ Day 10 - 01/01/2012 Km: 12 Starea drumului/ Road: nisip adanc/ deep sand Vremea/ Weather: 34�C, soare/ hot http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6099.jpg Without the winch it was no way we could go on on these roads, so the target of the day was to fix it. While working on it, villagers pour in to investigate. Some brought ridiculous human rights activate badges. Some claim they are village chiefs, regional guards or all kind of operatives entitled to check on us. As we try politely to explain why we need some space, they get cheeky, asking for some ID. One even says we'd camped in a cemetery. It's laughable, but annoying. We tell them how we spend all day long with local people in villages and towns, and that at night and in the morning it's important to have some privacy and peace to attend to our vehicles and the kids, it's in vain. They have nothing else to do with their time, besides it's the first day of the new year, so they expect us to cheer them up with some gifts. Let's say that we managed to define some private space around the camp, but as we leave it, we understand that these visitors were actually quite permissive. We have camped almost next to a village, the homes are visible as we get back to the road, no wonder they came to meet us; it's amazing that they left us alone during the new year night! But maybe we should not have celebrated the humane nature of Ka****u villagers quite yet, cause it was here where our group was to receive the most surprising blow yet. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMGP6212.jpg Entering the village we are eventually trapped in the usual watery trenches left behind by some truck that got stuck and had to dig its way out. So we get digging too, and the enthusiasm among the 200 plus attendees to the show is high. For some moments we forget to watch the bike, but this is our 12th country in Africa, and people have shown nothing but respect for our property so far. But not these people. As I return to the bike to get ready to drive, I see the radio is missing. We have been using a pair of walkie-talkies to communicate - car and motorbike - while on this route with many separate deviations that sometimes force us to drive alone. Mine is now gone, and all hell brakes loose. We try everything we can think of: mobilize the villagers, ask questions, shout at them, threaten them with the army and police in Kinshasa. The so called activists and chiefs have disappeared, nowhere to be seen. No one assumes responsibility for this village and community, the Vidals are on the brink of a nervous breakdown. And hours pass with a sea of people around us. We attempt to communicate, it's useless, they're useless. And suddenly, rumor that someone is coming with the radio. East to the village a large group is making its way towards where we stand. And they have the lost radio. Minutes later we get moving, while ransom requests pour in from every direction. We feel disappointed, ashamed. It's not why we made all the way, all the sacrifices, to come to Africa and have to deal with this. We don't want to be these angry people, shouting, threatening, fighting, pushing kids away. We know these are not the most friendly of all places, but there are reasons for it and we don;t want to get sucked in them. And we understand why we almost have. We left KIN with an unrealistic target, in an attempt to exit the high risk malaria zone and spend the holidays as close as possible to Zambia. But this road is tougher than us, we cannot beat it by force, we must cunningly use other skills to trick our way where we want to be. We have been accumulating frustration and despair and we have been acting on impulse, allowing stress to get to us. And on this road every mistake costs. Not carrying enough water or food supplies, going too fast or too slow, it all matters. And even if we can all speak french, communication is difficult. So in the next village the French agree to spend their first night at a chief's compound: we set camp behind the mud house and we kind of get to dine in peace, after shopping for some groceries (bananas, pineapple, drinking water). We throw what other goodies we have on the table - a last tomato, a cucumber, some bulgur and corn on a cob, and that's dinner! Soon after we hit the sack, anticipating an early awakening. Ziua/ Day 11 - 02/01 Km: 68 Starea drumului/ Road: nisip adanc/ deep sand Vremea/ Weather: 34�C, soare/ hot Our host asks us to charge a jeep battery, so we oblige, while he leaves to bring more drinking water. But he veneer comes back, so after packing our stuff, Lea says good bye to the many kids she has been playing ball with all morning and Ana to the villagers she has been visiting to discuss traditional gastronomy and what not. We are ready to face the roads again. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6111.jpg http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/DSCN1021.jpg The home of the village chief. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6100.jpg Lea with the kids http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/DSCN1026.jpg http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6102.jpg Enthusiasm http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6113.jpg And desperation� This time not our own: a Congolese 4x4 is stuck, so we town him out of the moving sand, where stagnant waters form deep underground pools, impossible to predict, easy to sink in. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMGP6247.jpg http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMGP6250.jpg http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6118.jpg No luggage and no pillion, now the ride is quite fun! I am learning a lot on this difficult ever changing terrain, I wonder how will I make us of all these newly acquired skills when we are out. We got tougher during the last couple of days, so we drive more calmly, more focused. The most important new rule: every time we are not sure about the best way to pass through a place, we stop and someone walk on foot until the next stable area. Then we discuss whatever was observed and decide on a strategy. Only after this process is completed we start driving. By late evening we finally arrive in Tshikapa. We are in Kasai Occidental province, but what a disappointed is this place! We find in the decrepit market bread, some tomatoes, canned corned beef, manioc, doughnuts. And we roll into the "main avenue", as the police officers at the check point pompously inform. What a joke: this was a tarred road sometime in the 60's, but since the colonists left there was no maintenance other then the torrential rains that sunk the tarmac. The avenue is a canyon, filled with metal leftovers from trucks that had mechanical breakdowns and of course nobody cared to clear the way from the debris. One of this archeological souvenirs gets in the way of the Landie's differential, and we are forced to work hard to be able to drive back and then out of the road. Because while we were sweating it out, no less than 3 trucks formed a queue, blocking the one lane "avenue" of hell. Kind of in a bad mood we slide our way through the deep wet sand up to yet another catholic mission, where we celebrate the achievement with a cold lager. Ziua/ Day 12 - 03/01 Km: 0 Vremea/ Weather: ploaie torentiala/ torrential downpour Today it's my birthday. It's not an obvious place to party. During the night we got soaked with rain, water dribbling at corners into the worn out tent. A bit disappointed in this North Face design, confy, light, but not so strong. We slept again on folded mattresses in the centre. Rain stops at noon, and the rest of the day we wash our stuff with rain water ad tend to our vehicles. We decide to move the tent under a roof, on a veranda, where later we have a small party. Beer, ground nuts, rice and my surprise b-day cake: minuscule belgian waffles that Ana found in the market. She has coated the cookies with roasted nuts in a brown sugar caramel, a sweet improvised delight in a cruel world. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6119.jpg http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/DSCN1035.jpg Happy b-day to me! |
DR Congo Rally - Kinshasa to Lubumbashi
Ziua/ Day 13 - 04/01
Km: 94 Starea drumului/ Road: nisip/ sand Vremea/ Weather: 38�C, soare/ hot 40 bucks for 2 nights of camping and some rain water? Way too much, we said, when father Sylvain-Desire Munzombo decided to show his mercantile side on our departure. We had asked on arrival about money and we thought it was understood that they wanted none. We had spent hours discussing politics and his desire to come to Europe, we exchange contacts and gave him coordinates of friends who might intermediate a scholarship. He seemed a bit off is some regards, but I guess it's hard to read people. We negotiated the amount, and he looked happy to take any money we were willing to pay�very christian, indeed. The day had begun on a negative tune, and unfortunately it ended just as bad. Few Ks outside Tsikapa we get lost from each other. We were now 2 groups: the car with the 4 frenchies plus Ana, and me. Besides N1 there is one more "main" road, a deviation, really, leading to Kananga. I have no idea we are driving on different routes, neither does Jacques, so we both take advantage of the almost dry piste. A crunchy layer of sand can be a blessing or a curse, it all depends on there is if a murky swamp under the crust. I can go 50ks/hour and Jacques 30-35, so, unawares, the distance between us grows, way beyond the radio coverage. When we realize the situation, it's too late: asking around in villages we're told that the variant will return to the N1 only in some 70 Ks. I have less than 4 dollars, a bottle of water and every chance to run out of gas before reuniting with the 4 wheeled group. In the meantime the others try to investigate and ran into a guy who tells them that he has spotted a white on a big bike taking the N1. So we push it, skipping lunch, hoping that we will make to the junction before it got dark. The road when it's not raining is indeed better, probably in dry season is even less challenging. But this time we cannot enjoy the good pace, cause we are running out of time: night is approaching and we start imagining all kind of creepy scenarios where I would have to spend the night alone, asking for shelter and food from some villagers, out of gas, out of money, maybe rain will come�you know�silly things like that. I arrive the first at the junction, but I can see no tyre tracks and no one has seen any car passing by today. So I wait, and I wait. Two hours run by, a cold evening rain pouring rivers of orange waters on the cracked surface of sand. after offering me a chair in exchange for my story, the locals let be to be. But there's no point to stay here any longer: the car may be stuck, I could be here for days or something, I have got to go back on the deviation and try to find them, it's my only chance. And sometime around 6 p.m. I see them, the Landie's fog lights rendering a ghostly apparition. We hug, we comfort each other, we tell our stories. They were indeed stuck in a swampy deviation of the deviation, right before meeting me. I buy some very pricey gas at 2600 francs/liter from a small stand. It is already pitch black, we must go for an emergency camping spot. Not a very calm spot though: minutes after we lie in our tents, tired and unsatisfied after another spartan dinner, we hear voices and people approaching. I ponder staying put and ignoring them, but these ones are determined like the Kikwit group, to go full retard. They are very loud and they start poking around at vehicles. The car is more protected, but I have to do something, I must intervene. I guess I don't look so menacing in my knickers and all, so I do my best to make it clear that we are exhausted, we are tourists and we need to rest, alone. Of course that soon after the fort group leaves the second arrives, and this time they are more cunning: they have summoned the police dude from the barrier, telling him them strangers are nearby and that they are afraid! The dude knows about us, I have chatted with him some hours back, but it takes a lot of convincing to make them all go. Disappointed that we are in no mood for socializing and that they got no souvenirs or money from the mundele. So they don't go far, just by the side of the road, enough to allow us to fall asleep, their voices still debating angrily the unsatisfying outcome of their visit. Ziua/ Day 14 - 05/01 Km: 161 Starea drumului/ Road: asfalt + nisip tasat/ tarmac + good sand Vremea/ Weather: 33�C, soare cu ceva nori/ warm and cloudy At 5.30 a.m. sharp the villagers are back. Group after group we try to keep them at bay, while shoving the breakfast into our mouths and packing in the same time. The yesterday rain left behind a topping of sand that is easier to ride on. This is small beer compared to what we've lived before Tshikapa. In Kananga we hit tarmac for the first time since we left KIN, a chicken poxed shadow of a once acceptable road, which has long collapsed under the rain, trucks and lorries. Pit stop at the market for some groceries: not much to buy though, platy of charcoal, bread, pineapple, dried fish, tomatoes the size of cherries (but not cherry tomato) and piles of ants and termites, some still moving. Everything is not cheap, and gas is 2600 francs for a liter! http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/DSCN1044.jpg Sometimes the lorry tracks become narrower and my foot pegs get stuck in the sand, my rear wheel digging a sticky trench in the pocket of wet mud underneath. Tilt the bike, pull it out of the trench, twist it back into upright position - under the scorching heat I sweat a river at every move, so by lunch I am too happy to eat the cold salad of rice, tomatoes and avocado. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6126.jpg http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6127.jpg Giant pineapple, just 1 dollar a piece http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6132.jpg Of the bag of money we exchanged in KIN we have maybe 20% left. The biggest bill is 500 francs, so at a 900 francs to the dollar rate, you can imagine how it looks when people buy gas, for example. And yeah, as always in Africa, the money business is Lebanese. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMGP6267.jpg Most of the traffic between settlements is made on foot, no wonder we stand out. |
DR Congo Rally - Kinshasa to Lubumbashi
After the picnic we keep on rolling some 80 Ks east of Kananga, desperately looking for a reasonable camping spot. Villages and villagers line the road, finally at 8 p.m. we enter the woods and we take a sharp right straight into the bush, where we set camp under a menacing sky of charcoal clouds.
Ziua/ Day 15 - 06/01 Km: 115 Starea drumului/ Road: nisip tasat/ good sand Vremea/ Weather: 29�C, ploaie/ rain http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6135.jpg Torrential rain. We cannot make a move until 10.30 a.m., when the storm becomes more tame. Under the drizzle we pack the tent, from inside towards outside, but our stuff got drenched anyways. 21 degrees, freaking cold, man. We are in no mood to roll, but our French side of the team has discovered their visa will expire in 5 days, so we've got to run. Ana gums in the car, sheltered from the cold rain, but depressed to spend hours in a moving cage. She sits on the bench behind, where normally the seats can be rolled down, to create arresting and playing platform for the kids. But due to the noise it's hardly possible to communicate with anybody in the car and there's a constant shift of falling objects knocking on her head: bags of food, potty, games, shoes, luggage. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMGP6271.jpg http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMGP6272.jpg After one hour the rain stops, but the sandy clay is so spongy, no wonder we are the first man men to venture on the road this morning. As the rain is still raging behind us, rivers of muddy water flow under our wheels, and we struggle to maintain a steady pace, while shivering and with the boots drenched up to my ankle. But we are moving forward, so that's good enough for me. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6140.jpg http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6142.jpg We lunch at the Mukamba lake, where we run into the first bikers since we entered Africa (Julien and Franck were moving about by Taxi in Abuja, so we veneer got a chanche to see them with the bikes). These two are from Belgium, and they travel quite differently: they fly from home to ride a determined stage, like this time they arrived in Lusaka and will fly back home from Kinshasa. I guess the bikes stay on the continent, so they don't need to carry spares and food, they travel light, sleeping mostly in hotels when they have a chance, eating local food�.sounds like great fun. They have arrived here via N1 and they have met Alper a couple of days ago in Kamina. 20 km before Mbuji Mayi - our target for the day - we hit the final test, at least that's what the villagers say. The rains have carved the road into a real canyon, but on the bottom the mud is as slippery and wet as everywhere, so eventually we get stuck, twice. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6144.jpg http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6146.jpg http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6155.jpg Out from the trench at the mouth of the canyon, we get stuck the second time right before rejoining the flat. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6160.jpg http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6162.jpg http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6179.jpg The crowds rejoice in the sweat and blood show, even if disappointed that we are not rewarding their presence with money and souvenirs. On top of the hill, a village "de luxe" boutique. At midnight we reach our target: after 2 weeks of hardships we are in Mbuji Mayi, where we are welcomed by brother Richard, Hungarian ophthalmologist, and brother Jerome, a French doctor. They are living here for over 20 years, running one of the most extraordinary and successful projects in Africa, the Saint Raphael Clinic of Ophthalmology. Here they offer medical services at the highest standards, using the latest technology, thanks to donors from Europe and North America; they also offer educational programs alined to the Congolese psyche: theater plays, musicals, teaching them about personal health, trust in professional care, life. One of the focus is on continuous training and in producing Congolese specialists that will take the project further. Our generous and altruist hosts offer us a warm dinner and a real bed to rest after a long and cold day. Ziua/ Day 16 - 07/01 Km: 0 Vremea/ Weather: 30�C, soar, ploaie spre seara/ sunny, evening rain Ana's motto has always been: "I choose cheese". Cheese, what a wonder creation: we appreciate it on buttered bread this morning more than ever. The lovely breakfast is followed by a day of washing, drying, visiting the clinic and generally getting ready for the next leg of our adventure. The brothers are incredible sources of information about the true Congo, so little known outside projects and communities like this. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6186.jpg The clinic truck, the indestructible Pinzgauer, which has the diffs higher than the center of the wheel, to easily drive over the huge trenches of the Congo. I have "organized" things brilliantly: for my St. John celebration we get to party with the clinic staff, who are throwing a new year encore. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6180.jpg It's a yummy spread: goat stomach in tomato sauce, manioc and garlic stew, grilled goat, roasted chicken, tomato and onion beef stew, fried tilapia, manioc and maize fluff, rice, pasta, onion sauce, chillies, popcorn, roasted peanuts, beer, sodas. All followed by dancing to the sensual rhythms of Congolese rumba. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6182.jpg This great team of dedicated people are sharing with us not only the party, but also the activity report of the year and their ambitions for 2012. Read more about the project at: www.procongo.hu Ziua/ Day 17 - 08/01 Km: 150 Starea drumului/ Road: nisip tasat si pamant/ good sand and dirt track Vremea/ Weather: 29�C, insorit/ sunny http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMGP6289.jpg We say good bye to our new friends in great mood and great shape: showered, clean gear and all, an encouraging debut to the second stage of our own rally to Zambia. For the second time on this trip we were to take a different route, less travelled, but one that we were advised by the clinic driver that is better than the National 1. The route is a bit longer, crossing to Kamina via Kabinda, Mission Kalonda and Grelika Farm. We have no map, just a list of the villages we will pass, like we did it in Congo with team Alper & Esther. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/DSCN1060.jpg Half way to Mission Kalonda we run into our hosts for tonight: brother Richard has already called the sisters at the mission to inform about our arrival. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6187.jpg I stock on fruits every chance I have got. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6189.jpg The lovely huts where the Beatitude Sisters put us up. Here we encounter yet another special community, doing good for the locals, while working to preserve traditions. They bake bread, prepare homemade jams and fruit distillates. Tonight they celebrate the Epiphany, and we enjoy a lot their African ludic interpretation of the biblical story, happy to catch a glimpse of the Congolese way of living wit God. |
DR Congo Rally - Kinshasa to Lubumbashi
Ziua/ Day 18 - 09/01
Km: 156 Starea drumului/ Road: laterita/ laterite Vremea/ Weather: 30�C, insorit/ sunny Our idea to entitle this post "No days without getting stuck" was rendered useless by todays events. This portion of the trip is a breeze to us, after toughening it the other days. So we roll at the catholic house in Mission Kalonga, after spending the day driving through a picturesque rural wonderland of small mud huts covered in dry grass, where people weave ingenious baskets to fish, carry their crops, or to filter a presumably taste enhancer distilled by mixing water with a black bicarbonate palm dust. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6192.jpg Food has become a rare and expensive commodity on this trip. With dwindling supplies, we are happy to find some pretty good tomatoes and beer on the small stands in town. Delphine improvises a French dish: farco,s, using almost exclusively local ingredients: leafy greens, canned corned beef, onion, garlic, salt, pepper, maize flour, a dash of milk. The gullets are lightly browned, then served with boiled potatoes and local beer. Ziua/ Day 19 - 10/01 Km: 150 Starea drumului/ Road: nisip tasat/ good sand Vremea/ Weather: 34�C, cald, apoi ploaie/ hot, then rain http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6195.jpg In the morning we pack our tent pitched under the chicken house roof, where goats use to sleep. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6203.jpg Jacques & Delphine ask us to allow the playing space to the girls, as the piste seems to be improving, so today we are riding 2up on the Tenere. Brilliant sun, good sand under the wheels, bright colors in at the rural landscape, a regained freedom to ride, to be. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/SANY0026%20(2).jpg But it was a brief joy: after 80 Ks our Dakar proves more merciless than theirs. My chain link breaks in two, under the increased weight, worn out by sand and bumpy rides. I try to fit a temporary wire, but there is no way. My heart sinks, I have no choice but to do it like in Cameroon. So we start the tow, and to make things worse, rain comes back upon us, soaking me and the laterite piste that becomes once again dangerously soapy. In the stress of the moment, we make a mistake with the longer towing cord, so the first tumble is inevitable. Then I fall again, and again, and again: sliding like a toy on ice, being thrown into a tree, losing rear grip in a pool of water. My rear brake lever gets bent each time, so eventually it breaks, forcing me to use only front brakes to tension the tow cable. 70 more km of hell, to realize that this is to dangerous to do, we are risking a serious injury and we are some 200 km from any town. We have seen nobody in the last couple of hours, we are alone here. We must stop. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6205.jpg We set camp after the 4th fall, right on the road. There's little chance that someone will pass by. But our troubles don't end here: the Rover has been leaking oil from the engine for the whole afternoon, the level is on minimum and there is no spare oil to replace the lost one. I have some 10W40, but using motorbike oil may damage the turbo. We have to find a way, we must do something to get ourselves out of this forsaken place, and we must do it with whatever we have got. Ziua/ Day 20 - 11/01 Km: 206 Starea drumului/ Road: nisip tasat/ good sand Vremea/ Weather: 19�C, frig si ploaie/ cold rain http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6213.jpg Lant rupt/ Broken chain http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6206.jpg Fara frana/ No brake lever And no change of oil for the leaking engine of the car. As the compressor is broken, we have improvised a system to cut some holes last night: a cord wrapped around the drill. And some hours of hard work later, we had fixed our vehicles, African style. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6210.jpg Sudura rece pentru conduct de la Defender./ Cold welding for the Defender http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6215.jpg Handmade link for my chain, fitted with 2 found bolts. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6216.jpg Ana went back to her corner and off we went, nervous at every bump, at every curve. And the patched chain hanged in there, feeding my hopes to escape from this place in one piece. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6224.jpg As we reunited with the village road, where some bicycles do pass from time to time, our efforts were rewarded by a tasty Congolese meal from the road-side stands: beef in palm oil stew and hot fluff. Delish! http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6222.jpg Hunger and meat cravings behind us, we were in the mood to notice the changing landscape: more vivi colors, more wildlife, maybe we would see some African beasts after all! http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/DSCN1078.jpg Whipped by the torrential rain, we rush into Kamina, tent, sleeping bag and mattresses soaked. Our dry sacks no longer can be call as such, worn out by the tough weather. We pitch our wet home under a roof and we grill some fluff. We need to call Alper and check on him, but the news are not good at all. They are in Kolwesi, after 6 (six!!!!) days of hell. The road is flooded, dozens of trucks are stuck along the way and there are 2 difficult river crossings. Alper, who has a lot of experience with off road bikes, tells me that one of the rivers is impossible to cross on a motorbike, with the water level above 1m! They have broken the lamelar suspension of the Toyota and are dealing with that. The nightmare begin all over again. Ziua/ Day 21 - 12/01 Km: 0 Vremea/ Weather: 26�C, ploaie alternand cu soare/ rainy with periods of sun http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6249.jpg http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/DSCN1081.jpg Our tent pitched ar the Kamina catholic mission becomes play house for the kids http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6251.jpg The Rover is sheltered from the rain, next to his big brother http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/DSCN1096.jpg But our hosts boost an infectious optimism, so we forget for a moment about our troubles http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6229.jpg Cameleon http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/DSCN1084.jpg |
DR Congo Rally - Kinshasa to Lubumbashi
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http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6254.jpg I take some time to tend to my bike. In a nearby shop I find a welder to fix my brake lever and someone who own an old Honda. He agrees to sell me for 20 bucks his used chain (only 104 links), an insurance for me for the road ahead, as there is no way I can replace my broken part here, or even in Kolwesi. We find out that there is a train station in Kamina and we start dreaming to finish the last stretch to Lubumbashi by train. Alper senates us some text messages and the situation of the road through Sokele is not really easy; the constant rain made some parts really difficult, there are two river crossings, one is impossible with the Tenere as the water is more than 1m deep the current is really strong and there are big stones all over the 50-60m long crossing. Could the train be our way out? http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMGP6320.jpg We start investigating at the Station. Feels like Sunday, a laid-back atmosphere, and we have fun taking pics of the guards. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6231.jpg http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/DSCN1098.jpg We lose a whole day going back and forth, visiting different offices, trying to find a solution. Everything from the interior decor, to the rusty dialogue with the socialist managers remind us of communist Romania; same bureaucracy, same "meaningful" wording, same approach. Finally we get the whole picture: 1350 dollars to rent a merchandise open platform, the minimum fee for a 7 tone load (even if we have 3.7). And the prospect of 4 to 7 days by train to Lubumbashi, unless there is a serious, but quite possible power cut, in which case we would be waiting for a diesel locomotive to pull us out. Ziua/ Day 22 - 13/01 Km: 0 Vremea/ Weather: 26�C, ploaie alternand cu soare/ rainy with periods of sun We are still in Kamina, negotiations for the train alternative going strong. We scale down the options to tree: 1. send the wone, kids and bike by regular train and make an all men team to drive the Rover to Lubumbashi; 2. share the ridiculous cost for the train with another car and travel by train up for 400 km for 500 bucks; 3. continue by road. For us, the train option is an uncomfortable option: pitch the tent on an open moving dirty platform, exposed to rain and sun, not a lot of room to move about. But it could work. So we decide to take this chance and skip the bumpy nightmare that claimed Alper's suspension and nerves. We pack up and fill the car with supplies: beer, goat black pudding and sausage, goat steak, deep fried manioc, veggies, bread. We have butterflies in our stomachs, but we puled by the train station in high spirit. In a few days we will arrive safe and sound in Lubumbashi! But life in Africa is a certain uncertainty: the train has been delayed� maybe for tomorrow, on some other day, they'll let us know. And the price has changed, 550 bucks, up from the 500 quoted in the morning (not to mention the 480 promised). What a blow, but in a way, what a relief! We are overlanders, so we must overland. We will hit the road, then, but as the day comes to an end we go back to celebrate our reclaimed courage with black pudding, sausage, caramelized pineapple, rice and whisky, together with the lovely people from the Catholic mission. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6236.jpg http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6240.jpg http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6247.jpg http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6243.jpg Ziua/ Day 23 - 14/01 Km: 55 Starea drumului/ Road: nisip tasat/ good sand Vremea/ Weather: 29�C, soare/ sunny http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6253.jpg Once more, we said good bye to Gaby And we drove away. Where the road became a narrow path lined by vegetation and stumps, the car hit a tree with the upper luggage support. In the impact, one of our aluminum boxes was totaled, along with our 5l jerrycan! What a nightmare�we collected our stuff in plastic bags and wondered how we would fix this new problem. We could not ride with only one box, but alu is hard to weld and a new set would be too expensive, if not impossible to buy or ship in the next town. But we had no time to mourn our box, we had to keep moving. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMGP6331.jpg 50 km further we hit a new low: the right rear wheel of the car gets stuck in some trench and we discover what was the strange metallic noise that Jacques heard during the morning drive. The winch is not working, again. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMGP6339.jpg http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMGP6341.jpg We scramble to find a way out, at some point a 4x4 arrives and the dudes pull us out, but then we get stuck again, 1 meter down the road. One of the dudes start shoveling away and punctures a tyre, and in the heat of the moment they decide to take off and leave us there. This was a new challenge: the day had started with the car stuck in a trench, and it would end in yet another. Rain pour over, rivers of dirt flooding the trenches, but we no longer care. We are tired, dirty and have had enough. Our French friends decide to sleep in the car as it is, the roof tent impossible to lift. We pitch our tent in the wet grass. And try to sleep. Ziua/ Day 24 - 15/01 Km: 65 Starea drumului/ Road: nisip tasat/ good sand Vremea/ Weather: 29�C, soare/ sunny http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6255.jpg http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6270.jpg The uncomfortable rest worked: in the morning we realize that we can use the winch after all. A truck has arrived in the evening and is waiting 100m down the road for the rainwater to dry off. We borrow a chain from them and we manually winch ourselves out of the hole using th Hi-Lift. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6271.jpg In the meantime my Tenere is ready for new adventures http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6264.jpg And the girls watch some Disney character's adventures under the shade http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6262.jpg What we left behind, after 24 hours of hard work http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6273.jpg My quick African fix is still holding pretty well http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6278.jpg We arrive at a river crossing, where we wait for the trucks to pass. The truck people have been working for days to fix a huge hole right after the bridge: sand bags, wood, the works. Later we find ourselves at yet another river crossing, but this time there is no bridge. |
DR Congo Rally - Kinshasa to Lubumbashi
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Too tired to attempt the crossing, I suggest to set camp on the soft sand some 200 m off the river. It's one of the loveliest camping spots so far, almost like a bai, where you would imagine elephants passing by. Ziua/ Day 25 - 16/01 Km: 30 Starea drumului/ Road: nisip tasat cu grope si balti/ good sand with potholes Vremea/ Weather: 29�C, soare/ sunny http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6286.jpg http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6297.jpg http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6319.jpg Crossing the river was easy, but the heavy part was yet to come! http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMGP6347.jpg The road is all potholes filed with a murky pus of stagnant waters and sand. We are told to follow the deviations, the deep holes can be fatal. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6328.jpg Suddenly we are out of the woods, where an incredible scene unfolds: http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6324.jpg Welcome to infamous Sokele! Lovely warm weather, a mild breeze, a pleasant summer rain about to fall. Take a seat in the shadow, and if you're still hot, soak your feet in the cool waters. Hungry much? There's plenty of sweet bananas, 3 for 100 francs. Cheap food, beautiful scenery, sensual rumba music in the background. An enchanting place, if you can ignore the flooded river, the 2 trucks stuck in deep sand and the 20 people desperately working to build a passage and to get their vehicles out. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6333.jpg http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6335.jpg There are dozens of trees missing from the picture, cut since 3 days ago to level the river bed and allow passage. One truck driver tells us he knows Alper, whom he towed out of a pothole about a week ago. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6342.jpg Up to our knees in the infested waters, the Defender defenseless in the sticky sand, the kids hungry and bored to tears, we have to get our **** together and find a way out of this. At a closer inspection, Jacques discovers that we can fix the winch after all. And we get the job done, this time in the blind, feeling with our hands under the water. The kids get a cheese sandwich and cartoons for desert, and we know how lucky we are to be able to do this. Life is tough in Congo, and even after living on the road and in the bush for weeks, we are far from understanding what life is like for the ordinary truck drivers with whom we shared food, hope and tools. We may feel pity for ourselves at times, we may consider this adventure some kind of martyrdom, but, seriously, how can we even compare our own misery to the black and white reality of this place? http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6345.jpg Filtered water, Bear Grylls style Once the winch is fixed, we tow ourselves out of the river in no time. But we soon find out that the real crossing was ahead of us. The dreaded river was 2 km before Sokele. The villagers have built a passage for the cars: stones piled on the river bed, so that the depth of the crossing is about 1.2 meters. Impossible by bike, indeed. But I am told there is a collapsed bridge where I could pass, and some kilometers away I find it. No problems, I quickly reach the other side, only to arrive in time for one of the most spectacular moments of our adventure. Unfortunately there I was with no camera, watching the incredible: hood covered by strong current, the Defender swam over. If it wasn't so scary even the idea of taking another shot at this, I would have suggested to go back and cross again for the camera. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/river.jpg Luckily Alper snap the river crossing right before he went for it http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMGP6372.jpg Ziua/ Day 26 - 17/01 Km: 7.5 !!!!!!!!!!! Starea drumului/ Road: noroi/ mud Vremea/ Weather: 18�C, umed, ploaie/ humid, rainy http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6347.jpg Ah, the smell of freshly baked bread in the morning! The Vidal bakery delivers once again, this time a wheat, soy and maize bread. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6350.jpg Anticipating the daily rain, we set off in a hurry. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6359.jpg But we hardly drove some 7 km from the bush camp, when the infamous road teaches us yet another hard lesson. The Rover is once again trapped in the mud. We figured this time we were not in very deep ****, so we chose to not double the cord, as we normally would. And something went wrong: the winch broke, leaving us with almost nothing left to do. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6362.jpg http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6336.jpg We tried to dig, desperate to do something, anything. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6379.jpg http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6347.jpg To make things even more difficult, the car would not start. We were out of diesel. Because the car was sitting at an angle and with the secondary tank mounted before the principal, the injection pomp was failing. This time we were unable to take fuel from the secondary to the principal tank, as we had done before. This time even the secondary tank was empty. I had no other choice but take my bike and start searching for a village where I could buy diesel. I was risking a broken chain, and the radios were no longer effective since we were rolling through the forrest. But as the rain kept going, we knew no trucks or other vehicles would dare the lava of soaking mud for days. We could be stuck in this place for a long time, and that was not an option. |
DR Congo Rally - Kinshasa to Lubumbashi
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http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6378.jpg Guacamole on maize pita while I go shopping 11 km towards Sokele I strike gold: a village where they have diesel, and at a reasonable price, just 40 dollars for 20 liters. I return to the sunken Defender, and everybody is relieved. In the meantime Jacques kept digging, so after we fill up the tank we finally get the car out of the mud. Congo is Congo: minutes later a heavy storm starts pouring its furious waters upon us, drenching us, freezing us. I appreciate now more than ever the comfort of a car: the frenchies seek refuge in the heated car and get to change the wet clothes for dry ones. After a short wait we decide that we've got to set camp, and we drive just a bit out of the road, onto a field of high grasses. And the car is swamped, we feel stupid, incapable to dig more, to winch more. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6383.jpg http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6384.jpg There is nothing to do. It is raining too much, we are too cold and it's just too late. One more night with the car stuck and the tent soaked, the coldest, darkest, most terrible night so far. Ziua/ Day 27 - 18/01 Km: 120 Starea drumului/ Road: laterita/ clay Vremea/ Weather: 29�C, soare/ sunny http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6409.jpg Seriousely, this photo is taken the next day. Look at the glorious sun, at the green meadow! Who cares how we got out of that doomed place? Jacques fixed the winch - it just needed some cleaning and some grease - we dug a bit, and we got out. The swampy roads behind us, 36 km later we hit the solid laterite of N38. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6414.jpg Bugs http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMGP6377.jpg http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6418.jpg Where history was made http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6419.jpg And the parking of the Kolwesi catholic mission where we camped at 17 degrees. Brrrrr! Ziua/ Day 28 - 19/01 Km: 306 Starea drumului/ Road: laterita, apoi asfalt/ clay, then tarmac Vremea/ Weather: 25�C, cer acoperit/ cloudy http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6421.jpg This is the only photo that counts from the 28th day of our trip. We had stopped by chance in front of that supermarket in Kolwesi, we actually crossed the street to shop for some veg at the market. The guy in white tshirt next to my right is John, and he would be instrumental for our subsequent happiness. He spotted the bike and the heavily loaded car and he knew something was off. So he came to meet us. John and his friends were the first whites we were seeing in weeks. And these white people were different: they offered us the true reward at the end of a hard and testing adventure. They assured us their friends in Lubumbashi would help us find a place to camp and one to fix the vehicles. Even the supermarket owner came to hand us a bag of snacks for the road. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMGP6391.jpg But the road was too easy, even under the cold rain. Just 150 km left of laterite, and after Likasi we were back on tarmac. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/DSCN1103.jpg the night was epic; we were wonderfully received by the Belgian community, with a gourmet dinner of shrimps and beef.. [ http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/DSCN1106.jpg �with moelleux aux chocolat and bordeaux. And to top the feast, Caramel Votca, the latest in fancy drinking straight from the pubs of South Africa. People were disputing where to host us, and Champs, John's wife, won. Late in the night we arrived at the house: a real house, with real beds. A home. We were at the end of the road. Our Congo adventure was over. |
Home Away From Home
Lubumbashi 19-22/01
http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6428.jpg We had plenty to do in order to get our vehicles to run properly. Luckily we were in the best place for the job: Amze car shop (Toyota specialist), where together with Patrick and his team of mechanics we would launch a 24 hrs major operation. I fitted the bike with a new Tsubaki chain, I replaced the gear change lever, I repaired the deformed shield and handlebar mounting piece, I cleaned the air filter and did what we could to fix the damaged aluminum box. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6422.jpg I am still in awe that our makeshift chain link held over 700 km of hard roads! http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6424.jpg http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6474.jpg http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6432.jpg http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6440.jpg The alu box hammered back into an approximative shape that would allow us to kind of close it. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6523.jpg http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6528.jpg And the final fix: now we could mount it, but it was no longer water proof, just like some of our camping gear. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6441.jpg http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6462.jpg Patrick's garage occupied by the Romanian/French team. Jacques replaced all oils, fitted the spare tyre on the rim and put the Defender back in shape. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6448.jpg http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6450.jpg http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6577.jpg With the staff http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6580.jpg And with Patrick - the owner - and his garage manager. Thank you, guys! Friends We had found in Lubumbashi not just the needed help to fix our bike and the car. We had regained here the warm feeling of belonging - even for a brief while - to a community, a family. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6560.jpg Madi, the head of the Belgian Club and moto club, who welcomed us in the place that became for a while our own meeting spot. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6551.jpg A beer with friends http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6567.jpg �Congolese beer nevertheless http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6569.jpg Ana & John http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6476.jpg Dinner at John's place http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6475.jpg And preparations�we had been invited to give a conference at the Belgian club that night. |
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The conference was fun. There is quite some interest in cross biking in Lubumbashi, where even a competition is held yearly. John's boys are always there on their Kawasakis. We discussed a lot about our adventure and maybe our story would fuel the idea to organize a rally in Congo. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6484.jpg 24 hrs later the French were already in Zambia, their RD Congo papers renewed thanks to Champs. We had spent together quite intense, tough moments. Thank you and see you soon. Bon voyage, les amis! http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6535.jpg We were still in Lubumbashi, partying at the best place in town, Bush Camp, with our gourmet gang. Feasting on local Chanterelle mushrooms, so delicate and fragrant, sausages, barbecued beef, grilled andives, veggies, even the green salad we had been raving about for months. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6531.jpg But the star of the show was indubitably the amazing beef steak. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6532.jpg The world renowned Congolese beef, a melt in your mouth piece of perfection http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6544.jpg The delicious food was completed by an aromatic Bordeaux, Belgian chocolate mousse and vanilla float in kahlua. We had a hard time saying good bye to Patrick, Carine, Doc, Gilbert, John & Chams. Thank you, friends, and hope to see you again, in Europe, even Romania. Or, why not, in Congo. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6574.jpg Reborn and ready for new adventures. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/congo/IMG_6588.jpg Good bye, Congo. Zambia, here we come! |
Everything Is Perfect And We Are Not Happy
Zambia 23/01- 28/01
It was just weird: we were trying to fall asleep in our tent in Lusaka, and instead of crickets and bush sounds, there were mobile phones beeping in our fellow campers' tents. SMS coming in or a call that got rejected. It was a black night, we were lying in our tent as usual, but this was no African bush. We had found a backpackers camp to pitch our mobile home and it was a fine place: friendly Irish staff, a clean lawn near a small pool, communal kitchen with fridge and real showers with hot water. Utter luxury. They also had a book swap shelf with plenty of interesting reads and most importantly of all, decent wifi for a reasonable price. But trust us brothers and sisters, we were anything but relieved to be there. I could not say we were disappointed. Confused, maybe. After weeks of toughening up on the road, we were hungry for more. More trucks, more sand and mud, more downpours, more nasty bug bites, more villages and villagers hauling at our arrival and subsequent crashes. We could do with not showering for days, wearing the same clothes over and over, sharing an avocado, 3 tomatoes and 4 pieces of corn among 6. That was just fine. But Zambia was a whole different ball game. Straight from the Chingola border the roads dramatically improved, even compared to the good tar in Lubumbashi. We needed no visa and the papers for the bike were free. We only had to pay a small carbon tax, then we were off towards the capital. The first provincial town had a shopping mall and people dressed in fancy clothes. But gas was almost as expensive as in east DRC and for lunch we had to settle for a fast food, as we could not spot any local restaurants or mamas with corn or any other stuff that we knew from West Africa. This place could just as well be in Romania or U.S., no way we were still in Africa, were we? http://intotheworld.eu/blog/zambia/IMG_6589.jpg We had to lunch on fast-food "pies": pastries filled with meat or veggies. In this small provincial town we found a shopping mall, but no local cheap restaurants or food stalls. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/zambia/IMG_6591.jpg http://intotheworld.eu/blog/zambia/IMG_6589.jpg http://intotheworld.eu/blog/zambia/IMG_6592.jpg At the franciscan mission in Ndola, where we stayed for the first night. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/zambia/IMG_6599.jpg http://intotheworld.eu/blog/zambia/IMG_6600.jpg Custom carpet in our room. I wonder where can you order this stuff. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/zambia/IMG_6595.jpg So the second day of Zambia we had arrived in Lusaka, after sleeping the previous night at a franciscan mission. The US dollars keeps flying our of our pockets at alarming speed. Everything was expensive, everything was foreign to us: american brands, south african brands, lots of weirdly colored juices, crisps, chocolate, margarine�processed foods and shiny packaging. Water was hard to find: no pomps, tap water in fast foods was yellowish, even in villages there were only 500 ml plastic bottles on sale. What a crazy waste of disposable junk, and the junk was being disposed all along the sides of the roads indeed! Even the toilets in gas stations were not free. But we were not disappointed. We just felt a bit lost. In front of the many shelves of Shoprite supermarkets we wondered at the many kids of tooth paste available. We were back hey. The bush drive had been hard. It took a toll on us, our relationships and our vehicles. Yet somehow a sense of nostalgia was lingering. It felt as if we had survived a difficult test, only to arrive at the finish line and be handed a wheel chair. Life was too easy. Even bread - widely available - was already sliced and so soft it needed no chewing. We were prepared for another kick in the gut, but we we got a soft hand shake. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/zambia/IMG_6603.jpg Zambian staple: nshima (similar to Romanian polenta) and fish http://intotheworld.eu/blog/zambia/IMG_6604.jpg Perfect tar to Lusaka http://intotheworld.eu/blog/zambia/IMG_6606.jpg A Zambian dude goofing around. They love to do it. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/zambia/IMG_6610.jpg Rolling a big one. Zambia looks like a brand new country, a nicely greased machine that runs properly, a stable, safe system that just works. But somehow, magically, in this highly modernized place, the African megafauna still thrives, unlike in the Congo for example. After living in the wild for so long, after camping in random places that felt like the most remote corners of the planet, only now we were hoping to spot some wildlife. The elusive creatures we were dreaming about long before our departure, our childhood stories heros. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/zambia/IMG_6613.jpg http://intotheworld.eu/blog/zambia/IMG_6614.jpg We spend 3 nights in Lusaka, resting, washing, blogging, taking a dip in the pool, cooking the big round tomatoes and mushrooms that filled the markets, shopping at the giant African corporation Zambeef. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/zambia/IMG_6616.jpg Take 1: rabbits love bikes http://intotheworld.eu/blog/zambia/IMG_6617.jpg Take 2: moto magic, the rabbit has become �Sam Then we left in search for the giraffes, zebras, monkey, elephants, we went south. We were struggling with this new found comfort of driving on perfect tarmac, unable to find a resolution of this absurd dichotomy. Should we feed our hunger for adventure, should we enjoy the civilization? In Lusaka we had met with the second pair of bikers since we had left. James and Bryce are from Cape Town, and they rode their BMW F650 GS from London - where they've been living and working for many years - to their home in Africa, via Europe, Turkey, the Middle East and the east coast. Finally we had things to learn from others like us, we had stories to tell, tools to share, bolts to screw. We ate the same foods, we packed the same gear, we flaunted the same uninhibited swagger. James had had a problem with the clutch and had been towed by Bryce for miles, so in Lusaka we went to the same shop to rebuild brake pads. I also had to fit a new chain lock as the original one had already fallen off since Lubumbashi - so much for the cross chains reliability! - replace a lost shield screw and repair the broken right mirror, now necessary because of the driving style in Zambia. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/zambia/IMG_6619.jpg http://intotheworld.eu/blog/zambia/IMG_6622.jpg It was logical and fun to ride together on our way to Vic Falls and on their way to Kariba Lake. But after being stopped for the second time for speeding by the same police car and after making them go so we could enjoy our lunch of roasted chicken with salad and corn, Bryce discovered that his chain was damaged. It was like it happened to us in Morocco, the chain was extremely stiff, with many frozen links. So they went back 50 km to Lusaka to find a new chain, and we drove south on the straight road until we felt we would fall asleep from boredom. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/zambia/IMG_6623.jpg But this is the heart of Africa, and it comes with the most incredible sunsets. We were tripping in this surreal light that was scalding the vast plain. It was all ours, to bathe in, to make our temporary shelter on. So no wonder we arrived the next day in famously named Livingstone with high expectations. http://intotheworld.eu/blog/zambia/IMG_6639.jpg Chicken with leafy greens, similar to spinach http://intotheworld.eu/blog/zambia/IMG_6640.jpg Beef stew |
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