| Landing in Congo-Brazzaville, the airport immigration officials gave us a proper welcome to Central Africa. Other than that harsh introduction, Congo was not at all what we expected. |
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Supposedly, our paperwork was not in order when we arrived, so immigration held 7-hours and fined us $120 to settle the problem. We even gave those pirates a precious granola bar.
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To top it all off, the immigration officer canceled our 1-month visa and gave us a 3-day transit visa instead. This was not good for us to make it out of the country before it expired.
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Since not many people travel to Congo, Lonely Planet did not even bother to put a city map in its book. For all those who are looking for one, here it is. We stayed at Siringo1 by Poto-Poto but the Hippo Camp IS the place to stay in Brazzaville.
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Using our newfound map, we made our way to the market for some supplies. Once there, it was not exactly where we had hopped to buy vegetables so we passed.
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We ended up running into Rob and Wendy, another overland couple, while walking around the city. As it turned out, they were staying at the same hotel where we had to meet our ride. Once there, some US Embassy staff eating there had a bottle of vodka to help us celebrate our escape from the airport.
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The night just went on from there. The staff of the Hippo Camp hotel insisted we went to the RamDam Disco for a nightcap. If you are interested, a 33cl bottle of beer costs $11.
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Crawling out of bed at 5:30 am the next morning, we left to meet Dave, Peta, and our Landy. This is Priscilla, our home for the next six months.
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| Once loading in, we set out to leave Congo before our 72-hour visa expired. While trying to leave Brazzaville, getting lost in the shantytown did not help. |