Hello,
At last my first post, sorry but the time it took me a while to land, there are so many new things here. I decided to do three chapters here, for you to see what interests you. Impressions and anecdotes
few words to sum up the air travel: long, not much sleep, pain in the ass! We arrived in Kinshasa with 1h delay is at 10:45. Fortunately, we welcome anyone, he explains himself to the customs officer what he should do, understand that it pays. I was then offered to collect my luggage for $ 50 is a bit expensive, so I'll get it myself. Finally, if we can quietly leave the airport because the official is busy chasing two thieves merchandise.
On the way I gradually discovered the city of Kinshasa, potholed roads, sand dunes in the middle of the road, overloaded vehicles and patched up with excess, Many punctures, breakdowns. Many of the 1967 VW bus, real collectibles. Otherwise poverty, waste and unbearable heat, 35 to 40C °. Even the Congolese rain waiting impatiently. Police, corrupt course, stop us on the slightest pretext and we amend. We let the driver deal with the case. The police are not paid regularly so they use where they can and therefore whites are synonymous with money (as much of the Congolese people by the way). The policeman opened the door and take the key part, we find ourselves standing in the middle of traffic. The next time the driver did not stop growing and even the policeman with his bumper!
the evening we're hosting at Mama Else, A Schaffousesoise expatriate since 1968. It offers us the Bündnerfleisch and muesli with mango, is still pretty darn exotic.
Our first blackout lasted 6 hours and there's water in the morning. The trick is to fill buckets soon as we can to make reservations. The particle
Mom / Dad before any name is a mark of respect, there is also Fere / Sister and Ya me my first name is Jean-Yves Ya!
Blast alone, I can finally ask me in a greasy spoon and observe life around me. A person stops and looks like logs. He asked me my impressions the country, though I prefer cold or warm and whether it hurts to fall in the snow. A bit later, a child is hit by a teenage bystanders entangled, tone up and we go our way. Otherwise
every two meters means a "Mundell" which was sent to us, this word means "white" but a negative connotation. A bit like the word "negro" for us.
First driving lesson, you must bring a child to the hospital, he cut his hand with a machete, he lost much blood, he made 4 hours walk from the field and morons he made a tourniquet to super tight. Yes here it is "sink or swim." It is 8 o'clock in the evening and the driver is not there. I propose, then here we drive on the right but as the vehicle Mama Helen is English, it also has the right-hand drive. There is no law defining the side of the wheel and like all vehicles coming from exports, it is a soft mixture. So I set off in traffic, there are no street lights, you have to slalom between the holes in the road, other vehicles and pedestrians. It's a little sport, but we made it!
Finally last night Mom Helen to see a ghost in the garden and started screaming. It was me walking in the night! It did not used to seeing whites.
Bin there, it's not bad. The next time I talk about my thoughts on the Congolese culture, my work and see to add more photos, it is forbidden to take pictures of public places and the connection is pretty rotten, so I'll see what I just do.
Big kisses to all, bye
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