Hotel Saphir Brazzaville

... his t-shirt with the seller's, as he had a presidental candiate one.<br><br><br>Arrived in the capital and we are staying close to the city centre in a Catholic Mission opposite the Saint Ann Church, with its Green roof. Went out to a local bar, a few hundred metres down the road, after dinner. Stayed quite late and we were entertained by the local comedian who was drunk.<br><br><br>Dist cov. = 206 km9th - Day in the capital, had to meet back at the truck though to ...

Petit tour rapide de la capitale et petit shopping pour avoir son visa de la RDC qui sera fait en quelques heures mais sans recu. Passant de la zone euro (franc CFA) vers la zone dollar (congo RDC) je change mes franc CFA en dollars en profitant du dernier distributeur fonctionnel que j aurai avant longtemps. Je retrouverai un distributeur fonctionnel en milieu du mois de mai.

... apartment and he rented this apartment because we were coming. Its crazy how much rent he pays here though. He could pretty much pay my rent for an entire year with his monthly rent. :( It is ridiculous. Everything here is charged in American dollars. But anywho, I got off-track. Panashe has got "issues". He is a psycho. When he falls asleep, its like he descends into his own personal hell. ha ha. Its a bloody good thing he does not remember his dreams. You ...

... coz I cant be bothered getting the water activated... it involves getting out of bed... Damn, just remembered I forgot to take my tablet... will take it now.. damn, that involves getting up. EM to warm to get up. Am too warm to do anything. Id rather lie on my bed and sweat through my clothes onto the bed. I should stop drinking tea. I dont think it helps with the heat.  Man, where the hell are Dawn and Panashe. Em lonely.

... rotating bag thing". They were all pushing and trying to get to their bags first and because all the bags were wrapped in plastic, people were fighting over whose bag was whose. I am so glad my bad was tiny and easily spotted. otherwise we would have spent forever there. The Congolese people are quite a people. I love the way they carry themselves. They all strut. They are very proud of themselves. They should be. The women here are something else. Huge ****, tiny waist ...

... cell phone in my pants pocket too to make any snatch-and-run more difficult. He said there was a great deal of theft all through Kinshasa and at all hours, thought night was the worst. When we arrived at the restaurant, located near a sports club for expats and wealthy locals, we parked and walked in to find a table. I had eaten, so I just had a couple of espressos while he had lunch and we talked about the history of our Church in Congo, and we discussed ...

... I do travel with medication that should knock Malaria out pretty quickly if it ever declares itself. I got a glace at the mosquito as it was leaving, and it didn't appear to be of the anopheles variety (the kind that carries the Plasmodium falciparum or Malaria virus), though I'm not enough of a mosquito expert to ever be certain. I know the anopheles has two long palps, or sensors, sticking out from its head - as long as the proboscis with which it sucks ...

In tribute to Unphotographable, the only all-prose photoblog on my links page, I will mark this 500th post on Extra Extra by describing two pictures I did not take yesterday. 1. I was on my way to a midday rendez-vous in a busy back street, barely able to hold onto the scalding hot steering wheel as I cautiously negotiated a path around potholes and milling pedestrians. Sensing some ...

... at Victor's house. Victor is another of the leaders in this small congregation. As we entered the home and greeted Victor's wife Généreuse, and the younger children, we were told Victor probably wouldn't make it. The business where he works is involved in some legal wrangling betweens share holders and the State (which also owns capital). Someone tried to pull a fast one and take over the building so the police had sealed it off with a cordon and wouldn't let anyone in or ...

... are dark, smoky and moody. At midnight the band starts and, as the hours wear on, so it grows. Regulars wander in with their trombones, trumpets or guitars and merge themselves seamlessly into the songs that come up. The regular singers are interrupted by others trying their hand. An expat sometimes gets up, takes hold of the guitar offered to him and starts strumming and singing to a song unknown to the band. They listen, heads bobbing ...