7 hours, 30 minutes, 200 kilometers (120 miles)

This should be easy, I just did this a few days ago, right?

At least I was familiar with the ride. Can’t say that about the new crew working the border.

Daily Diary

Wait, what? Well, here’s one from Sunday.

Visa Pick Up

Ride to the Border

It had rained, so the roads were better in some parts, worse in others. Nothing really to complain about.

Some part of town worth saying goodbye to?

Welcome back?

Roads were sloppy, but better than dusty fudge@

Ok, well this is something new. The 12-inch deep potholes are now filled with water and it’s a game of chicken with oncoming traffic.

Just like that, the weather changes. Well, you know what they say – “If you don’t like the weather in Congo, just wait a minute” Yeah. One of my all-time favorites.

Back Where I Started

This time around, they had me filling out the same paperwork and getting copies, and all that nonsense. It wasn’t until I found my guide Joseph that things got back on track, well sort-of.

First, to the immigration office! Again, they had me filling out the “entrance to Angola” paperwork, but with all of my exit details. I was able to skip the copies after I showed them the cancelled exit visa stamp at least.

Then their stamp broke. Took them about 20 minutes, 3 people, and an entire tube of super glue to fix it. Got my passport stamped and they said I was good to go!

… but they can’t speak for the national police 🙁 Same issue, I needed my paperwork which was already turned in. Luckily I found the same guy from Thursday, he stamped everything and the police were happy!

Joseph! Next stop, Congo immigration (no photos). Then on to customs.

Customs Chief, he was not happy when we walked in. He sent us down to some guy who stamped my Carnet and we were done in 5 minutes.

Made a visit to Interpol (no pictures allowed). On to the national police.

National Police, she was AWESOME! Sent me on my way in 10 minutes. There were goats and chickens going nuts in the background.

On to Congo

Love it.

Swallowed, almost completely.

“Googled”, Ask Alex

Made it. Only 3 hours too late. It was already dark and there wasn’t a restaurant or bodega for 20kms.