|Congo looking to the border of DRC|
|Towards the border post|
It took us two more days to arrive at Luozi along beautifull but hardgoing pistes, but as my bike suddenly and mysteriously consumed 50 % more fuel, I ran out of petrol just 20 km short of town centre. Luckily Thomas had some 2 stroke in his generator, which worked fine. The DMG (immigration services) where already waiting for us as they were telefoned from another village we crossed, and this time they made us pay 10 dollar for filling in the information form, witch we reluctantly paid after getting a receipt. We would soon learn that the DMG would turn up just everywhere, even at a mountaintop bush camp, but mostly they where friendly and just wanted to write down our names.
|Bit muddy, otherwise fine...|
|160 euro worth in Congolese Francs|
We even spent an extra day just camping in the mountains so it took another 3 days to finally arrive at the bridge over the mighty congo at Matadi.
|Pushbike, the main transport of goods to small villages|
|Not going hungry on the piste|
|No phone reception all the way to Matadi|
In Matadi, which proved to be quiet larger than expected, Regis, our French companion, was getting the visa formalities sorted, as he was there for already more than a week. He made good friends with a lady who worked in the embassy of Angola, but as the embassador was out on holiday, we had to wait till next week.
|Best campspot ever|
|Matadi by night, having some fun with long exposure shots|
|Boma, looking at Angola at the other side|
|At this moment, my Ipod was swiftly grabbed from the open car|
Last news: well nothing, still waiting to get permission to apply for the Angolan visa ....