Troubles in Zaire

As soon as we enter Zaire the problems start. At the immigration we have to pay $10 to get a stamp in our passport. In the next room we have to pay for our Carnet, the paper for our bikes. They charge $20. And $5 for overtime. And it's only noon .....
An english couple who are leaving tells us that they waited for 3 days because they didn't want to pay. After 3 days they still payed $300 for their landrover.
In the last room at the immigration we have to pay road taxes. ,,But there are no roads in Zaire", I say. The custom officer smiles and charge us for $50. Each! We start to play the game and show our empty wallet. After 2 hours they are getting tired of us and let us go......

A small dirt road passes little huts and the road is filled with potholes. Our speed is not going over 30 km/h. It is a good thing that we didn't paid the roadtaxes...
People wave from their gardens and little kids stare at us. They are not used to see white men on motorbikes. 
After a while we face the next problem. Not corrupt officials, but a bridge. Well, bridge is not the right name, only some trees are put over the river. And there is a lot of space between the trees. We choose the thickest tree and carefully with our feet on the tree we ride over it. Wow, we made it... A few kilometers further an other bridge. And one more... At the fourth tree bridge it goes wrong. Halfway on the bridge Udo lose his balance and the front wheel slipes from the tree. Udo flies over his bike and land on the bank. His bike hangs on the panniers between two trees. How the hell we get the bike out of here????? First we decide to take a tea break and eat some bananas and than suddenly a few natives come out from the jungle. They see our problem and together we lift the bike up and put it back on the road. Thanks my friends.
Over the first 200 km we need three days and we passed more than 50 tree bridges. But it gets worse. After a night of heavy rain the road changes into a big mud pool. Normally the roads are difficult to ride but now it is almost impossible. Every few 100 meters we get stuck in the mud. One time Harald try to pass a big mud pool but his bike slips and he fall down in the mud. Harald and his bike are totally covered with thick, greasy mud. It looks like he has shit all over him...
It is very tough to travel these roads but we have a lot of fun.

In 3 days we crossed more than 50 of these bridges...and it did not went always OK...
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