While working out details to move on from the Congo, I stayed at the same hotel as the non- resident Congolese football (soccer) team. The Muslim players insisted we all celebrate the end of Ramada with a lot of eating, some dancing, and even some beer... The season is over for them and most now have new contracts for: Dubai, the UK, Germany, Viet Nam, etc. The Nigerian player and I used our time to learn as much French as we could from the guys in the time we had.
|Congo football team (soccer) taking me to the airport.|
Everyday, I took a short walk for coffee and an omelet. There, I visited with Momma.. . Her one burner camp stove heated my water for coffee, while she prepared the eggs and chatted. It's such a simple way to live, sitting on a plank having breakfast with the neighbours. Shop owners like this provide the meeting place for the neighbours who come and visit.
Friendly greeting everyday for a coffee and a omelet in a beget
I flew to Namibia, shipping my bike by air. Sadly I now have no idea where the bike is ... I feel pretty sure it left the Congo, but think it may not have made it past Angola.
|My travels thru French Africa are over for now, So I may see a movie while|
looking for the bike !
On the safari!! And looking for a BMW GS800. needs cleaning, welding, tires, brakes, rim's, service, fuel and some minor body work.