Yesterday we drove an hour over muddy dirt roads out of downtown Kinshasa and through the jungle to Chez Tintin, a beer garden on the edge of the Congolese River. Our tires kept sinking in huge puddles and there were a few times they started spinning and I thought we were going to have to get out and push in mud up to our knees. Then we arrived at our manicured destination…

Yesterday we drove an hour over muddy dirt roads out of downtown Kinshasa and through the jungle to Chez Tintin, a beer garden on the edge of the Congolese River. Our tires kept sinking in huge puddles and there were a few times they started spinning and I thought we were going to have to get out and push in mud up to our knees. Then we arrived at our manicured destination…