In the Jungle the mighty Jungle a landy sleeps tonight

In the Jungle, the mighty Jungle, a Landy sleeps tonight…

We are now in Congo, because Gabon has closed to overland travel after the coup, and what a delight it is. To our surprise after months of potholed and difficult roads we have been on lovely roads through the deep jungle of the Congo, the ribbon of smooth tar cuts its way through the dense forest as the Jungle creeps back over it from the edges at times reducing a two lane road with 2m verges to a single lane, but there is so little traffic that we zoom along between the villages in a stress free delight.

The villages and the people of the jungle are clearly very poor, we are offered large rats, yams and fruits from the jungle at each village, which are well kept but lacking in funds, most of the villages seem to have some water systems provided communally. Never the less we stop and have learned to like the bread doughnuts, fruits and find enough to keep us going, we wild camp in clearings and at a monastery down a slippy track without trouble and feel quite safe.

A small stress is finding fuel, the distances between the towns is large (300km plus) and often fuel stations are closed or just out of diesel, but at each main stop we find some to keep us going, thankfully Nelson has a 50L reserve so we can cover 700km plus.

The other name for the Jungle is equatorial rain forest and although there are technical differences between the two this one lives up to its name as we did cross the equator, and it is pouring down hard from time to time, well what did I expect it is the rain forest after all.

So the Congo is proving to be a wonderful easy adventurous surprise, we love it…..

We stay again with the monks, very friendly and curious people who like to chat and ask nothing, so we give them a donate equal to a normal camp fee
Layers on layers of trees and creepers line the side of the road and encroach on to it by 3m on both sides at times reducing it to single lane
The ritual of getting a SIM card in a new country, the whisky bottles are full of petrol which is sold for the motorbikes by the litre and transported in little trucks in 10L plastic containers from the few petrol stations that actually have petrol or diesel
We learn to spot local restaurants, this was quite a good one we went back for breakfast the next day
I went walkabout on this street and managed to get, onions, pepper, doughnut balls, baguettes, eggs – I am getting much better at asking around and not assuming folks do not have things just because I cannot see them, we have the habit now to stop and ask
A significant problem is getting off the road to go to the loo, there is three meters of road under the vegetation and then a big drainage ditch, as I found out when I fell in one trying to go for a poo, must get a machete, even little kids here wander around with a machete as long as their legs and I can see why, and no there are no service stations or restaurants with toilets along the way, needs must.
At other times the canopy closes over the top of the road as well as encroaching on the sides, but traffic is so infrequent we still make rapid progress
Layers on layers of trees and creepers line the side of the road and encroach on to it by 3m on both sides at times reducing it to single lane
In the queue for diesel the fourth station we tried in the town of Ouesso, next town 300km away so we vowed to get fuel before we left town, and did find only one station that had diesel


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