A place to buy fabric and a place to buy Coke...as in cola.
No one knows just how deep these potholes are until you drive through them as they are usually covered in muddy garbage water. So convenient.
This is how I imagine my demise happening in Congo... A large, speeding, out of control truck filled with people and/or livestock. Every time one of these trucks hits one of the many massive potholes, I always expect to see the roof people fly off. But, impressively, I have never seen it happen.
We are an American diplomat family, living abroad and sharing our experience so our friends and family don't forget what we look like.
2009 - 2011: Kinshasa, Democratic Republic of the Congo.
2013 - 2015: Pretoria, South Africa.