On my taxi ride to the border, my Congolese driver asked me how the Democratic Republic of Congo compares to America. The dichotomy struck me as absurd, but I tried to think of something polite to say.
“Well, there’s more music on the streets in Congo,” I said. He smiled. “And there’s more dancing. Definitely more dancing.”
“Ah, yes, we love to dance,” he said in a tone that convinced me if he didn’t have to drive me to the border at 10:00 am on a Saturday morning, he’d be able to find a club somewhere and strut his stuff.
“There are more motorcycles,” I said, reaching.
“And also more genocidaires,” he said.
Hello,
We recently had a team that returned from the Central African Republic.
We have a blog that I think you may find interesting as it contains first person views from the C.A.R.
Thanks,
Zach
http://dgbccarteam.wordpress.com
you forgot the goats to cow ratios are very different:) Just in case asked again on next journey. Wow…I wouldn’t even say the word ‘pavement on streets’.
these moments are the ones that leave me feeling pretty damn discombobulated when i’m traveling…you think you’re engaged in a relatively straightforward conversation about kind of basic points of interest, convergence and differences. and then all of a sudden someone drops the the obvious and yet still startling bomb and you realize this is an entirely different kind of straightforward.