Finally arrived for 2 years in Congo

Finally made it. Not without a couple of gaffes, like forgetting to get a visa. But more importantly, they wouldn't ship my #Pungo Classic and #Jackson Rouge! I am devastated. 

However, I went ahead and ordered 2 duckies - #Tributary Tomcat LV Inflatable Kayaks from #NRS. It won't be the same, but the reviews say they're almost as good as a kayak. I didn't actually open the boxes. By the time they arrived I was in such a panic about packing out. So one more reason to wait with breathless anticipation until the household effects arrive. It might be 6 months, but that would have been the same for my kayaks. 

In the meantime, I'm considering buying a dug out and tricking it out with a seat, a saddle and whatever comes to mind. If I get around to it while simultaneously setting up work, home electronics 50% of which are not currently functional and the rest of my life.

Graduation to Class II

After 3 paddles on class II stretches of the Chestatee, Coosawatte and Broad Rivers, what lesson have I learned? Well, I'm happy without going go Class III :-)

I've done the Chestatee before, putting in at Appalacian Outfitters and headed downstream in a leisurely stroll through nature with mountain laurel, green and cool breezes. A few spots where you could try catching an eddy but they aren't strong enough to peel out of. Above the outfitter (they'll shuttle you for $20 to the put in and back from the take out), you get more interesting though not yet too challenging water which I'm told qualifies for Class II.

That made be brave enough to join a group on the Coosawattee, putting in at Ellijay then paddling for 8 miles through Class I and II (and some flat) water, where I repeatedly asked myself who was controling my Jackson Rouge as I slammed into rocks (reminding myslef aloud - don't lean upriver), hurdled over ledges (eddy turn???? I am going nowhere but straight and glad of it) and felt helpless as the current took me where it wanted to. Didn't go swimming, but it was not graceful. Then knew who was powering the kayak stroke by stroke over 3 miles of lake to the take out. A good work out and plenty of time to calm down after the rush of abandoning all hope above:-)

And yet, 2 weeks later, when an experienced paddler said they were going for an easy paddle, I didn't register that their easy was my YIKES! The leader did interview me and made sure I knew it was class II and that I had the experience necessary to join them. Put in the Broad River at Broad River Outpost who also provided a shuttle from the take out ($5). Don't know if it was the previous experience or a lesser challenge or the extremely patient guidance of the more experienced paddlers through the Three Falls, past the Hippo Butt and into the 2 jacussis, but it was manageable. I wouldn't try a river of this level without these guides, but have gained some river reading and paddling skills.

Will be trying them out on the lesser Metro Hooch during a paddle cleanup this week. Though I don't expect my Pungo Classic to answer nearly as well as the Jackson, since it's a clean up, I'll have to do more than float downstream. Last time I took out at Garrard's Landing at the end of a clean up, I ended up in the water surroudned by a kayak full of trash. Will try to do better this time, or at least put all my trash in a canoe barge.

 

Tributaries count too

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.

 

For map, I think you can follow the link.

Democratic Republic of the Congo

 

June 30 in Kinshasa

Dry season. Sky is mostly white with light clouds and the temperatures are insanely pleasant. Smoke wafts up from set fires. There are no fields here being prepared for cultivation. It is either trash or compulsion born of generations of habit.

 

River down a bit with a sand bar just below the light house. Unlike in February, there are no fishermen to be seen on this section (right in front of the Gombe governement district and Fleuve Hotel).

 

 

Headed to the bend in the river this week. More after.

Sweep the Hooche 2013 #sweephooch was great. We had 38 people for a 4.5 mile stretch of the river from Johnson Ferry road to Powers Island. Less trash than I have seen on previous floats in that section, but we really didn't have much time for it anyway, so it was just enough to keep us amused.

Several novice paddlers - all of them my good friends from Team GID - but no problems for them. They enjoyed the river and vow to return for future trips.

While there wasn't that much trash, we saw many turtles of more than 1 variety, Great Blue Heron, otters at play, geese, ducks and cormarans - evidence that real life isn't that far from the pavement of our surburban/urban existance.

 

Not in the Congo yet, but these are my 2 kayaks restless after a long winter in the garage. The Pungo Classic, bought barely used 3 years ago and the Jackson Rogue, bought new from Outside World last month.

Well, I'm restless. The Rogue hasn't even had her maiden voyage yet. We'll all be out together next Saturday for Sweep the Hooch. Straps are counted, PFD's laid out, new carrying equipment looked at. For a cheapskate, I have somehow amassed 4 different carrying systems and a multitude of straps in 3 years. Will come in handy this weekend as I get Team GID on the water.

Score!

Well, almost anyway.

I've been trying to find maps with sufficient resolution to plan my kayaking adventures. There's plenty of time since my kayaks and I will not be united in Congo until early 2014, but it may take that long....

Yesterday, Saturday, I set off to see if the Institute Geographique was still where I remembered from so long ago. Walked from the hotel to Blvd 30 Juin and guessed at a left hand turn. Just as I was about to accept failure, there it was, seemingly unchanged from the 1980's.

The old man at the gate selling air for tires from a compressor older than he said they were closed, but what did I want? Turned out there was someone there who might help me out. We limped over to the veranda and he called slightly less old gentleman out. Yes, he said, he could help me with a hydrology map, please come.

He escorted me down the hall that hadn't seen paint since independence (the first one) - nor a good dusting for that matter. Opened a door into a closet sized room, while he entered through another door. My side of the desk that separated the 2 doors was full of stacked plastic chairs, paper, cobwebs and yet more dust. There were 2 clean plastic chairs set hard up on the desk and he welcomed me to one. On the other side of the desk, intertwined electric wires crawled up walls and hung down in random intervals, intended perhaps to sport light bulbs. But now illumination came from florescent bulbs behind me. A small television with twisting images fading between color and black and white was on. I looked to see if his bed was set up there, but apparently he slept sitting up in the chair.

He opened an armoir and started pulling out rolled up maps, peering down the roll or opening it slightly to find what he was looking for. Each was discarded into a new random pile in its turn, until he found mine. I didn't have my reading glasses with me, but he lent me his to inspect a detailed map of navigable tributaries of the Congo river, edition 2005!

While it is not so very detailed (the key includes rapids, but that symbol doesn't appear on the map) and no roads or villages are indicated to help figure out put-in/take-out options, I had to have it. $50 if I came on the weekday and bought from the store, $40 today's price. Maybe some of that could go for soap for the floor or walls, or desk, or chairs.