I don’t believe I have visited a country as corrupt as the DRC. I could only take pictures if I bribed the police. This is the Congo River with remnants of Belgian warehouses and the colonial era. I had to buy my way in ánd pay to get out again.
To escape the masses, I asked a ‘captain’ to bring me to the harbour. The boat turned out to be a hollow tree! But rivers are safer than roads, so I gladly opted for the only choice. It was a smooth and relaxing trip over the Congo River, dividing two complicated African nations. At this riverbank things got quiet again, apart from the blows of hammers as workers fixed boats, trying to make a living.