To The Democratic Republic Of The Congo and Back
... The Democratic Republic of The Congo was just this setting, where the great Congo crosses the equator twice, and forest covers almost every bit of land. ... This is my story of the Congo. Kinshasa- Off the plane, I looked back at the last 9 hours with a horrible crick in my neck and dilated pupils from dark lights. ... Over the balcony of my room I could see all the beautiful greens of the forest that surrounds everything here in the land of the Congo. ... In the heat of the day I had to retreat to my room for it was much to hot, and also to await my trip up the great Congo River. ... The day rolled on, and I was greeted by my host, and we (along with many others) set sail up the Congo, forward to my next destination. ... Kisangani- Upon the Congo a whole 12 of my days were wasted. ... This city was a major transportation outlet for all of northeast Congo. ... Mount Stanley- The trained terminated in a tiny mountain village, where I packed my luggage onto my back and headed upwards, onto the mountain. ... of Congo, I had planned to travel only halfway up, to a very small village (one I only guessed existed). ... Retreat down the mountain was a relief and it was a pleasure to get back to civilization. Back into the trees looked to be the way my path curved, so I dove into the timber in the jeep and guide only available with the kind of money I carried. ... I got out early that day and made a fishing rod and tried my luck by the side of the lake, albeit like no lake back in Texas or Louisiana where catfish could be hooked at all hours. ... I could hardly see to the other side, but a Burundi shore just as lush as the one I later headed back to. ... I rode through the dense brush through city and ville alike; winding was my way back to Kinshasa.