The slog across the DRC continued, with - of course - more mud.
The starter was broken on this truck, and we tried the winch. It didn't stand a chance, so we couldn't help.
The guys were extremely thankful, and resumed waiting in the shade of a tree.
These are the kind of villages near the road:
Full story here: Across The DRC Day 4 | The Road Chose Me
And after a solid bribery attempt and and stand off, I reach the border of Angola.
Mad Max was close, but got something seriously wrong. The amount of trash on the ground. Imagine it at least 2 feet deep, absolutely everywhere you can see.
Hundreds of people streaming across the border, scorching heat and humidity.
To top it all off, a guy walked right past with a full-sized fridge on his head!
More on the crossing here: Into Angola | The Road Chose Me
The DRC has been an adventure I will never forget, now it's time for Angola!