Brazzaville, the capital of the Republic of Congo, is Kinshasa’s less psychotic younger brother.
Both cities are dirty and run down, and fit my usual description when describing ex-colonial African cities to foreigners:
“Imagine a mid-size European city, with wide boulevards, planters in the medians, etc. Now imagine most of the streets never get paved and […]

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By the time I made it to the Angola/DRC border, it was getting dark, I was severely dehydrated and hadn’t been able to keep down hardly any food.
I had read somewhere online that the border was open until 6PM, so with my 5:45 arrival time and the fact that the border was remote and had […]

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After going partially insane waiting on motorcycle parts that never arrived in Windhoek thanks to the absolutely incompetent inbreds at Kawasaki Namibia and thus left me forced to hot-wire the cooling fan to the ignition, and going completely insane in Tsumeb waiting on some metalwork for the bike and to recover from a bizarre stomach […]

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This is the first in what could an endless series about African bureacracy. And considering how tame South Africa is compared to the rest of the continent, I really have no friggin’ idea what I’m talking about.
When I purchased my motorcycle in Port Elizabeth, the motor vehicle department naturally wanted to know where I lived […]

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