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So we are now camped up on one of these rolling hills. And there is no one here. No animals. No mosquitoes. No lights. No sounds; nothing. It seemed that this part of the Congo was devoid of life.
Charlie Curtis : 6th August

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We crossed into Congo today sometime. I’m not exactly sure when we crossed. I think we did so several times. After leaving customs and immigration behind us in Gabon we headed for the border. The road suddenly became a sand track; thick, deep sand; the kind that channels you into a trough which you ride like a rollercoaster. Good fun but horrifyingly dangerous too! We followed this road for half an hour; at speed; no border in sight. We were on massive open plains. Not at all how I imagined the Congo to be.

The tracks would merge and diverge. We tried to stick to what seemed the main route and after an hour we reached a hut; just a straw hut; nothing else, anywhere. It was the immigration post. It was closed. We carried on. The tracks becoming deeper and we found ourselves in trenches as deep as the car. The back end was sliding everywhere. The hills were rolling away from us for as far as the eye could see. It was truly beautiful and completely at odds with our expectations making it even more striking. Our tracks went through bushes. Clearly no one had been here for a while. Suddenly as we burst through a bush there in front of us was a stretch of brand new tarmac; beautiful, flat tarmac. It was like a runway the way it just emerged from nowhere. Come to think, it had a lot of strange markings. Maybe it was a runway.

So we are now camped up on one of these rolling hills. And there is no one here. No animals. No mosquitoes. No lights. No sounds; nothing. It seemed that this part of the Congo was devoid of life.



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