A word or two from Congo Immediately arriving in the Congo you could feel the difference, see the difference. UN trucks, dozens and dozens, on every corner and prowling the streets swarmed us. We walked along the street and drew even more attention than we had in Tanzania or Rwanda. People stopped and talk to us - just to talk to us. Telling us that they were happy and proud to meet us. We wandered the streets, through the sweltering heat and pollution, hiding our fear and shocked by everything we saw. It was not long before we hit the city center - if you could call it that. And we were painfully aware that we could not easily stop and ask directions. We were lost. We could not find the restaurants we had looked up
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