We cross the border when it opens at eight, and hope to reach Cabinda — the region’s capital — by day’s end. But the road is longer than the map indicates, and we get to struggle to reach before sunset.
Partially through pouring rain, we make our way to Point Noire. It is the capital of the country’s oil industry, and therefore hosts numerous foreign workers. Shortly before reaching, we meet Renoud and a friend of his, both from France.
Despite a bit of headache from the quinine — the malaria medicine I was prescribed yesterday — we decide to continue westward. If I get worse, we will have to hitchhike to a larger town by the coast anyway, so
Reaching Kibangou, I have been feeling faint throughout the day and have a malaria test taken at the local hospital. Half an hour later, the results are ready. “A lot,” “quite a lot,” the doctor tells me and prescribes a
We stamp out of Gabon in Ndendé — swift and easy. After passing the famously numerous checkpoints on the Congolese side — police, immigration and customs — we meet an overland truck with some dozen tourists. We make company for