i had breakfast with jonas who was leaving by plane this morning. we said goodbye and i had to promise him again that i would call him in when arriving in brazzaville.
then i met arnauld. he is also from brazzaville and is really cool... he told me about his harley davidson and about all the girls he knew. did i want to meet one of them? "all of them!" i replied, mockingly, and he started to laugh. we talked a bit about motorbikes and he suggested that we should visit a friend of his at the CIB, the logging company. there i could would be able wash and service my bike.
he also mentioned a place in the forrest where they were the CIB is currently cutting down the trees. "you could take great photographs there" he suggested. "why not" i said, "i have nothing else to do here in pokola. but not today. maybe tomorrow".
at night, just after finishing a wonderful plate of wild pig stew, a guy with a somhow familiar face approached my table. he took off his sunglasses, looked straight into my eyes and shouted: "remember me!?". i told him that i wasn't sure but before i could ask him why he was wearing sunglasses at night he said: "i am the police officer from the checkpoint, 12 km from here" he stated slowly, pulled purpousfully on his cigarette and continued staring into my eyes. then put his sunglasses back on, turned around and left without another word. was it possible that he was angry because i had not paid what he had wanted, two days ago. suddendly i felt quite exposed, stuck in a little town in the middle of the jungle with nowhere to go.
i spoke to some of the guys in the restaurant about the officer and asked them if i should be worried about something. but they only laughted. "don't worry! he just wanted to say hello. there is no problem." i tried to convince myself that they were right.
todays lingala lesson:
nauti suisse = i come from switzerland