Even while riding on the back of the motorbike, I was sweating so much. My Congolese companions were wearing coats. And they were not really sweating. But I had on a long sleeve shirt with a T-shirt to protect my arms from the tree limbs and bush grass.
Even though I was hot and losing plenty of water, I did not want to drink too much water. Because I am not sure my driver would have stopped for me to make an unscheduled pit stop. So I limited my intake of water to a minimum.
Finally, we arrived in village of Bokila, the end of the road for our trip. It was time to rehydrate. We sat down after walking along the edge of the Sankuru River. We asked for some drinking water but they did not have any drinking water. We had to go back up to the main part of the village to get some water.
Even in the main village, they did not bring us an abundant amount of water. They offered us plenty of palm wine and moonshine. At that point, I really missed plenty of drinking water.
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