20.07.2012 - 20.07.2012 30 °C
It has recently been brought to my attention that there is a certain "What the f*ck?" factor to my travel destination choices. I don't know who decided this, but apparently, it is de rigueur to travel to places "people" have heard of before. Pfffft.
That's not travel. That's hols with friends.
In my world (the one destination that should not be on your travel list ... scary place), the following is axiomatic:
Piton de la Fournaise, Stellenbosch, Chimanimani? Who hasn't?
Manama, Muscat, Jaisalmer? Ugh, again?
So, as my fellow teachers around the world head off to Provence (yawn), Thailand ("That would be a great ping pong serve, Miss, but with what would you hit it back?"), and Bali (taxis, terror, and jails), I decided on a more obvious choice: Congo-Brazzaville and Congo-Kinshasa, with a quick Kigali to Cyangugu junket thrown in for shits, giggles, and necessity.
I will keep up my postings as frequently as I can. I'm heading to Bukavu and Goma first. Goma is currently being surrounded by 19,000 UN Peacekeepers to halt the M23 rebel advance. The UN presence does not bother me; I quite like their cute little cyan-colored helmets.