For those of
you wondering what the living conditions are like here in the DRC, please let
me fill you in. I will begin by saying I
have not stopped sweating since we got to Mbandaka. Actually, a cold front did come through on
Monday morning and it stayed in the high 70s throughout the day and then it was
pleasant (mid 70s) overnight.
Let’s start
with Mbandaka itself. An incredible city with incredible resilient
people. While the main road through town
is paved, most of the streets are dirt roads or rutted, pot hole ridden
asphalt streets. There are very few cars
and trucks in this part of the country.
For the most part people walk almost everywhere. There are bicycles and motorcycles that
zigzag in and out of the pedestrian traffic honking as they go. The only taxis in town are bicycle taxis with
a piece of cloth covering a board and shielding the passenger’s legs from the
back wheel.
Downtown
Mbandaka is a dirt road with vendors’
shacks sitting in front of half-finished buildings where business is conducted
from the early morning until about 3:00 PM every day. After lunch and a nap many of the vendors are
back in their shops selling to the foot traffic once more.
As for our accommodations
at the Disciples guest house, it is interesting to say the least. We have bathrooms just like back home. We have plumbing but no running water. We have pails of water to bathe in and to
flush the toilets. Yes, we pour cold
water from buckets over ourselves to shower/bathe. That
first pail of cold water is exhilarating, and then you are used to it. Once you are in sync with the culture of this
magical place, this all seems very normal.
There is no
electric grid in Mbandaka, even though there are remnants of this seen in light
poles and power poles where every once in a while there might be wires
connecting two or three in a row.
Because of
this lack of electricity, we have a generator that the church turns on for us
each evening about 6:00 PM. Sunset is
very consistently between 5:40 and 6:00 so it is a bit dim inside the house
before the lights come on. And then just
as magically, the generator is shut off around 10:00 PM.
The battle
to get phones charged (of which only half of the ones our team brought have
cell service), laptops and battery power packs is a never ending battle to find
a spot on our one power strip, or one of the few plug adapters we have. Adapters you say? Of course this is not the good old USA. The country runs on 220 volt power, not 110.
We get up
with the sun, or earlier. Most nights we
go to bed dripping in sweat because there is no air conditioning, listening to
singing off in the distance. As for
Steve, Jacques and I (who are in the annex across the road) the singing is
right next door in the adjacent compound.
And if you must know it’s not just when we go to sleep. Last night they quit about 11:30 PM and then
started up again for about 30 minutes at 3:30 this morning. And every morning the singing starts up again
right at 6:00 AM. The most interesting
part of this is that it is a church (I don’t know the name) and these are
either late night, early morning, or even all night services which I have been
told are very common here.
As for
drinks in the guest house, in refrigerators we have water, soda pop and beer (a
common drink for almost everyone here) that is at its very best cool; but more
often than not, luke warm. This has made
us all very appreciative of life back home.
Fruits
include oranges and tangerines (which are green skinned) are served alongside
green lemons and limes. Fresh papaya is
on the breakfast table each day and today we had spiny fruit that tasted like a
grape with a big seed; sort of like leechies.
Smoke from cooking meals on open
fires, burning leaves and trash fills your nose all day. Anytime you are on the street you can add
exhaust fumes to that mix. There is no EPA in the DRC to regulate the
cleanliness of the air. Are you getting
the idea yet?
The food
actually is very good. We are eating
lots of fish, some pork and chicken and more casaba root than you can imagine. Mashed manioc AKA casaba (I hope I spelled
that right?) root, casaba root and masa, fried casaba roots. Fresh baked bread is served at every
meal. We have oranges and bananas at
each meal as well. The bananas might be fresh, or fried or steamed.
Now don’t take this the wrong way, but
I have been dreaming about a good old fashioned fried onion burger all
day. In other words, I think we all are
trying to remember what a pizza tastes like right now. The food is really good and we are definitely
experiencing how the Congolese live day to day.
It is an eye-opening experience for all of us. The hospitality we are being shown is in
incredible.
The Bonangas’ house staff must be
spending hours and hours preparing meals and cleaning up after us in their
home. Remember, no refrigerators, so
someone has to go to the market every morning.
They have breakfast ready for part of us at 6:30 and then the rest of
the team at 8:30. A quick turnaround and
they are making lunch. The same routine
then follows for dinner. We have been
blessed with their genuine hospitality.
Oops, lights
just went out…….
Reading the blog is awesome, makes me feel like I'm back in Mbandaka again. Staying with Rev. ILUMBE last winter, we all had singing and drums all night, and the Muslim call to prayer every morning promptly ar 4:30 am. Wish I had seen this sooner, they might have been able to find a local power strip for you, I purchased one for about $6 that actually took US plugs as well as Congolese. Would not help with conversion, but almost all charger are dual voltage now.
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