Today we’ll be mostly in the Congo
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The border crossing was very laid back as only a couple of vehicles pass a day. Was Sunday and we had to wait for theCongocustoms guy to return from church. The route was wet in places (it sent Matt off into the bushes one time but didn’t fall so didn’t get a chance to get my camera out! hehehehe) but was dried out well enough to ride and theCongoside was not as maintained, was like a farmers track. While waiting for Matt taking some photos I was stopped opposite a group of locals sat around together and thought this would make a nice shot and dived into my bag for the camera. When I pointed to the camera to ask before taking the shot they scattered in all directions as if I lobbed a live grenade in the middle of the group, hmmm never seen locals move so fast!!! Further down the track I was mending front puncher (5th flat on front), didn’t take long to change and I was on auto pilot by now changing them.
Did our police check thingy in town and one of them took us to the local hotel, not like any hotel you’ll find where you are. Here it was a opposite rows of small dusty brick rooms, spiders half the size of your hand, neither the wooden window or door had a lock on my room and it was a bucket wash in the very small room beside mine and a old paraffin lamp to see with, oh and a 10,000KWatt sound system blasting out local music from the pub next door!! We were too late to eat in town, had a bit of bread and the smallest bit of meat. The beers from the freezer at the bar were warm but they still managed to pump electric for the sound system, I left Matt with my Fanta and went up the road for a walk to get away from the music pounding in my annoyed head by this stage, annoyed for various reasons at this place, simple things are not so simple (TIA).
Next morning it was an early departure to make the most of the dry weather and to push as far as we could along the Dolisie route. The bleary eyed hungover owner who had my bike in his house for security started to say I didn’t pay for a Coke last night, not this again, but explained how he had to get me change from his friend when I paid for it and sort of remembered.
When we arrived in Dolisie and had the bikes fuelled we found a very nice restaurant and had a lovely cheese omelette and coffee.
The route was technical riding, sand, rocky, large ruts carved by water, muddy sections filled with water. There was no rest, always looking ahead, spent all of the time standing up on the pegs but we were making good progress and covered around 350km which was a massive amount for the conditions.