This post was written while we were in Chad.
For the first time in his life, Randy got to ride a moto taxi! We took two of them to the Commissariat de Police to register him. They were what was available nearby, and so it saved us a lot of money. While Randy filled out the paperwork, my friend there hassled me about changing my number without notifying him. We went back to the guest house to get ready for our departure by bus for Moundou. There, we had a bit of difficulty finding a taxi that was passing by where we were standing, so we had to drag our baggage to the corner.
From the time we arrived at the station to the time we were on the road was less than one hour! It was the hottest part of the day, meaning it was hotter to keep the window open. It was like sitting in front of the largest electric heater fan you can imagine!
As we drove along, we passed through a village where the road was blocked by a fight going on, or rather, by the onlookers who were running in to see what was happen from further and further away in all directions. Then there was the village where the Arab girls sell camel’s milk in large 1 1/2 liter water bottles. In Bongor, we stopped and ate some tender roasted chicken. John Raun’s brother was there at the Express Sud Voyages bus stop, selling books, some Christian! Then as we drove past the rice fields in Kim country, the sun began to set.
I had filled up with water, juice and soda at the guest house, and water throughout the journey. But it was only in Kélo, about 80 km (50 mi) from Moundou, that I finally went to the bathroom! Upon our arrival at home, we learned that Susan was swinging at the playground, and the swing broke! She fell hard on the back of her head, and got a concussion. Sharon is keeping a close eye on her tonight.
We’d love to hear about your adventures on the road! Let us know in the comments below!