Standing on the edge of the falls. Pictures do not accurately show the magnitude of the falls or how wobbly my knees were. One slip and it would be a permanent bon voyage. We asked the local guides if anyone ever fell over and they said "oui, all the time". I asked if the people who fell over all died and the guides responded, "oui, of course".
Henry sitting on the edge and I am definitely not thrilled with his proximity to tumbling over and becoming "another mundele who went over the falls". As I reminded Henry, what if he lost his balance? Or what if a Congo gorilla came charging out of the woods and pushed him over? It could happen.
Our room. It was a happy surprise to find out how nice it was. I had no idea what to expect when we reserved the suite. Having participated in our previous Congo camping experience, I came over prepared with sleeping bags, flashlights, and toilet paper.
A real bathroom! Vast improvement from the "hole in the ground" and the "pee floor". Thank you, Baby Jesus.
Mundele is what some of the Congolese call foreigners. It supposedly means something like "person without skin" to explain people with lighter complexions. This is what someone told me anyways. It may or may not be accurate.