Location: Democratic Republic Of The Congo
Summary: I woke up near the gorillas to a quiet morning and quickly learned a lesson about moisture and matches—after leaving them unsealed overnight, it took nearly a dozen tries to light the gas stove. From there, I packed up and made the 13 km drive back to the main road, navigating narrow tracks, water crossings with unknown depths, and a brief encounter with oncoming vehicles.
Along the way, I picked up Joachim, a 63-year-old father of eight who was heading to Brazzaville to visit his wife in the hospital. He told me about his life farming in a small village of about 300 people with no running water, and about his long journeys back to his birthplace in the Democratic Republic of the Congo—formerly known as Zaire—journeys that can take weeks by boat and road. Hearing about his children, who have gone on to become drivers and professionals, made for great company on the drive.
When I finally reached Brazzaville, traffic was slow and heavy, but I eventually arrived at my riverside hotel built right along the Congo River, with views across the water to Kinshasa. After a bit of negotiation over the room rate, I managed to stay another night at the same price. Like much of the journey, it came with small challenges—but it was all part of the adventure.