In Kisangani in the Orientale Province, helping with preparations for the upcoming polio campaign. Needed to go to the Health Zone of Yakusu. After 20 minutes on the back of a Yamaha 100, literally squeezed between the ice chest full of frozen ice packs and the nurse/driver where with every bump in the dirt road, the ice chest pushed up, making the fit tighter, the canoe ride across the Lindi River was a breeze.
The dugout seemed enormous, cut from one tree. Can you count the number of rings? Apparently the canoe was only 8 years old. Hard to believe that they will still find such straight, large trees after all these years of exploitation. Then, after the hard labor of digging it out, it is sold for the enormous sum of $1000, less than some Liquid Logics that a machine spits out.
After this, just 9 more miles on the back of that bike. My arms were numb from holding onto the seat with a death grip.
The return was slightly easier since they decided not to send back the ice chest (for my sake, I am convinced). But then the nurse/drive drove faster since he wasn't sitting on the gas tank. The canoe back took longer. The owner wanted to load up everyone he could for the last trip of the day. 2 motorcycles, 2 bicycles and 12 people later, he was still hoping for one last motorcycle to make his day. He finally gave up, but it takes a full hour to paddle and pole upstream far enough to cross, letting the current bring us back to the landing on the other side.
The final stretch by motorcycle into the gathering dusk was uneventful other than the speed and the nurse/driver using his left hand to either wipe the bugs out of his mouth or talk with great animation.
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