Sardines from the can and manioc bread for breakfast. Then we sailed through the “lake” with many little flat islands to the village of Lukunga. It is on one of the islands, the houses are built on poles. They have a policeman – he met us with old AK-42 gun on a shore. Once he received little bribe all problems disappeared. I took some photos and we departed to Kinkole – the suburb of Kinshasa. Again I was registered by officials at a dusty wharf (bureaucracy is hard to imagine in Congo – they always do hope that they will get “something” for their hard work) and I went to the hotel. Evening in the internet cafe responding all letters – they charge 100 F for ten minutes of slow connection at a junk computer – old windows and French keyboard – sorry for all my mistakes!
