From Mouila, we took a shared taxi via Ndendé to Tchibanga in the south. There were three women and a man with us, and the youngest of the women was a shy adolescent without a decent passport. All she had was a permit to go from Mouila to her village. There was a direct way, a bad dirt road without any public transport, so she took the common route which meant to go to Tchibanga and then change transport directly to her village. That should turn out to be one of the problems on that special day. Another one was the colour of our skin that seemed to be shouting “We have money to spare”. The third problem was the fact that our driver was only a part time driver during vacation time, and that meant that he didn´t know all the police and the Gendarmerie officers by name. Naturally, he bribed them, but they sensed that they could get more than the common angel´s share. Already at the first checkpoint, they started arguing with the girl about her not having an ID card, and at the second checkpoint, they wanted to check our yellow fever vaccination certification. After we had passed the junction with the dirt road to the girl’s village, it got worse. Weiterlesen
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