Wednesday, 13 August 2014
The nine day ride from Yaounde to Brazzaville is over. Seriously, I think I could write a book solely on this last stretch of the journey. I had a very amusing confrontation (on my part) with a very drunken customs man (very annoying on his part) on the Cameroonian border. It's a long story but I thoroughly enjoyed annoying the living hell out of him. He deserved it, he was an absolute oaf... My tactic worked well and I won in the end. Part of my exhaust blew out in the Northern section of the Congo also. The North of the Congo is the most underdeveloped region I've ever been to... even the road I took through the Sahara had better infrastructure. There's more people but there is a dire lack of anything resembling modern living; running water, electricity etc. It made for a good few days though as I stayed in a Pygmy village that was hacked into the jungle as we galvanised bits of metal onto the exhaust to seal it up using a white hot machete that was heated in a mud hut underneath a cauldron of food. This was an amazing experience... and the rain water of the jungle tastes great! The Congolese are wonderful people also, generous, kind, respectful and freindly. And above all... no more hissing! The road has been long and hard though and I'm feeling quite exhausted. I've found a place to stay in Brazzaville for free where I'll rest up for a bit before I take to the Congo's larger counterpart. It's nice to be in a place with running water!