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Photos: DRC Congo Lubumbashi to Kinshasa

Different Nsima, rice, and beef stew, Nsima and banana.  Peanuts, Pineapple, and Nshima Yum, Yum, Monkey and rice
My main food groups while traveling through the Congo. Want to lose weight, follow that diet.

Oh, for those that want to make Monkey stew.

First. Buy one of the sun dried monkeys. They are gutted, and then tied to a cross just like Jesus was. They are then laid out in the sun for a week or so. The expressions on their faces is not joy. Not peaceful like Jesus either. More like, “Fuck you, Fuck you, Fuck you.”
Second. Build a small fire.
Third. Break up the dried monkey into pot sized pieces. It is thoroughly dried so it breaks off like dried kindling.
Fourth. Throw the chunks of monkey onto the fire turning constantly to burn off all the hair.
Fifth. Put some water in a pot and put the charred monkey chunks into the water. This reconstitutes the meat.
Sixth. In another pot put tomatoes, peppers, onions, peanut oil and a small can of tomato paste.
Seventh. Combine the two pots and simmer for two hours.
Eighth. Serve with rice or NsimaEat and enjoy.

Waiting at the station. My bed for the next four days. The South is heavy into mining. Villagers selling their goods. The train through beautiful scenery. One of the other train stations. I slept with one eye open with her below me. My new best friend. Smiley.  Smiled and joked the whole journey except for when I took his picture.  Tough guy. My students. The kids were the best part of the trip.  Super hilarious. Pineapples, 20 cents.  Now thats a bargain.
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Kananga city center The train station. The dumpster where I bathed from.


People and the jungle taking back the tracks. I'm getting a bit scruffy, just like the train was getting. Half my roommates. The young Bill Cosby.  The kid was hilarious.  Kids are kids no matter where you are. Some scenery.  Bring me a machete, I'm going Congo. The train and the lush vegetation.  It wasn't all dark and scary jungle. I survived.  Dirty, stinky, and I need a haircut/shave.  No more trains wahooooo!!!!  So, I thought.

Photo from my balcony.  I stayed at what must have been a beautiful colonial type hotel. One of the big Ferry boats that transport people and freight up and down the Congo rivers.  Floating cities.


The locals port where we left from. The destroyed canopy on the back of the boat when the captain got pissed off and started ramming trees. Petrol or Fast boat as they were called.  Kind of like a PT Boat.  They are actually "pusher" boats that are tied to barges. Real river travel.  Motor not included but seems a lot more down to earth. Gotta have one sunset shot.  The Sun Over the Kasai. Just a real nice kid who I told I would make famous.  As famous as my website is at least. Where I spent New Years.  Dibaya.


He got the helmet, gloves, glasses, and jacket.  I got a broken foot peg and a sore ass.  Nice.


The usual breakdown.  How many Congolese does it take to fix an oil line?  From 3 hours to 24.  SUUUUCKKKKSSSS. Kitwit is not a modern town like my sketchy friend had promised.  But, maybe for the Congo it is.


Immigration fun.
Here is a taste of what I had to go through every town that I stopped at. These would usually last half the day as it was repeated throughout the day at Immigration, Immigration Chief, Police station, Police Chief, Military station, Military Chief, and every uniformed officer on the street. “Steven Nakano??? That is not American. You are Cheena.” “Uhhhhh. Okay. Can I go now?”

Scabies.  You pay $1.20 for a room, you share a bed and are the free meal.
For those that wallow in my pain. These were a bunch of scabies “I think”, that I got from a veeeery cheap hotel. The bumps would shrink and then pop up a little section away for a few days until I soaked them in Raid. Whatever it was they went away.

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6 responses to “Photos: DRC Congo Lubumbashi to Kinshasa”

  1. Steve—I was in Kananga back in the 70s for a couple of years—why were you there? And I see your travel was extensive—were you just out there on your own? What spirited you to take on this particular journey? I can’t believe there is a train to Kananga. What was the political climate in Kananga? Did you learn in Tshiluba?

  2. lifesajourney says:

    Well, aren’t you a disgusting example of humanity.

  3. hermann gars says:

    Do you have any contact information for hotels in Lubumbashi?


  4. John Marrone says:

    I am a teacher at TASOK The American School of Kinshasa. I can not offer any food or lodging-only advice. Congo’s NOT THAT BAD!

  5. I am Son of Linda Ryan-Harper…

    I can tell you a tale of the heart of the Congo that will make you think twice about what is… and what is not….. oh, its a heater my good man.

    The Bantu word identified in June 2004 by Today’s Translations, a British translation company, as the most untranslatable in the world: ilunga, in the Tshiluba tongue, means “a person ready to forgive any abuse the first time, to tolerate it a second time, but never a third time”. However, it is more likely to be a personal name rather than a difficult word.

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