|Matadi, the day before we left|
|Lucky they are not driving very fast...|
|...or this happens|
|From Kinshasa to Kikwit is asfalt|
|end of the asfalt at km 622, thanks Kabila|
At the end of the first day we arrived late in Kinshasa, and fueled up just before dark. We planned to camp just after Kin but got stuck in the most unpleasant city experience I ever had. Traffic was completely jammed, with 4 lanes of cars trying to leave the city over a half asfalt/half sand messed up road with some concrete blocks lying around randomly. By now it was dark and with no streetlights and thousands of pedestrians crossing the traffic in the dusty chaos, it was just scary, and a shame I have not shot any video. Regis car was rammed and I almost came of the bike driving through a sandy patch but we made it out of the city and stumbled upon a perfect camp place. Nervous first day.
|Regis came close to tipping the car several times|
This made a huge difference but still I worried about the lenght of the road to come, will it all be as hard as this?
|Dry season - Lots of sand|
|One of the 15 checkpoint around Tshikapa|
|First 1000 km were like this|
|Playfighting , we encountered no agression, just a lot of demands for money.|
|The real hero's, the bike pushers!|
|The sacks are local coffee|
|Regis drinking cola on his first day of malaria|
At lac Mukamba Regis came down with malaria and we spent 3 days resting and washing our clothes in the cristal clean lake water on the grounds of a de-mining company, which was a lot cheaper than the catholic mission, who asked 20 dollar for a room without electricity and running water.
Fuel prices were at an all time high by now, close to 3 dollar for a liter, this, combined with the abnormal high consumption of the vehicles, made fuel pump visits painfull. Regis got his Landcruser to consume 30 litres of gasoline per 100km, my bike saw record values of 7 litres/100km.
|Working train between Mwenu Ditu and Lubumbashi|
|2750 francs congolais or 2,5 euro per litre|
|Waiting for the cars again|
|Trying to avoid a bicycle rider...|
I was following the main truck track going through a sandy pit, no different from the million ones I crossed allready, when in a split second the bike went down to the right, catching my ankle under the rear fork and sending me into instant pain. I broke some bones, but never felt pain in the first 30 minutes, this time, I was screaming it out. Problem was that I was pinned down and couldn't get the bike of me, but then the universe was gentle with me, and sent 3 doktors in a car just one minute later. It was the 2nd car I saw that day, and quickly they declared that they were doktors and that the leg was not broken. It was clear however I was not going anywhere anymore that day and while I waited for the painkillers to start working, I hoped I could drive the next day.
Never again, enjoy the video:
This is a link to a kmz file in which you can see the actual route on Google Earth: