Finally, I went around in Congo.
It was not the tropical forest neither the navigation of Congo river, but it was different from Kinshasa.
Kabinda, Mweneditu, Mbuji Mayi; bad roads, long queues of small traders pushing overcharged bicycles under the sun for many kilometres to gain some francs in the town reselling the mais purchased from the producers.
Once, we got stuck in the mud (souvenir de Cambodge). We had to sleep in the vehicle and ask for the help of people from a nearby village to go back on the road.
I’ve bought a ‘daba’, primordial engine for field work, still used everywhere. 20 years ago I bought another one, in Burkina Faso, as a gift for my father. He would have made a good development worker.