Dinner on the river

We drove for miles out of the city along a long country rode to a fishing village named Kibuku. Along the way we passed hundreds of folks selling their goods and traveling by foot to who-knows-where. We passed a refugee camp set up for Eastern Congolese who survived the war. What a sad site. The village at the end of the road was quite a place. I wanted to take hundreds of photos but after the event with the soldier we were a bit afraid. I personally don’t want to know what the inside of a Congolese jail looks like. We walked along the river, saw children swimming in the nude, long hand carved wooden canoes, families cooking over charcoal fires, fishermen pulling in HUGE ugly fish (sturgeon?catfish?) and barges being loaded with enormous bags of garlic, onions and other goods. We ate an amazing dinner of spiced fish, Kwanga (steamed fufu in banana leaves), and fried plantains. After relaxing and watching the border patrol officers paddle away in their canoe we pulled out our cameras to take a few shots. Enjoy!