Cabinda to the Republic of Congo.

Some beauty to be had while transiting through Cabinda into the Republic of Congo. Little did we know what was in store for us.

Both David and I were schooled, albeit in French, which came across quite aggressively to an untrained ear, I might add, that there are ways to dress and modesty standards that are important to display while being attended to at the immigration office.

David was not allowed to enter the office at all due to his disrespectful clothing (no shorts or Kikos for men), and shoes are obviously mandatory. While I was allowed to enter and process the paperwork for David and me, I was told under no uncertain terms that Tattoos should be covered. Thankfully, my dress was an appropriate length below the knees, and my shoulders were covered, which is apparently vitally important.

The Congolese people, we observed, take pride in their dress and behaviour, always impeccably dressed despite all of the mud they walk through on a daily basis, especially in the rainy season. Using French is the preferred language to communicate, even if they are able to speak English.Read more