OK, Its cyber cafe time and the keyboard isnt totally Canadian so excuse.  I have a speaker blasting music in front of me and a girl student trying to figure out facebook on either side. I think the girl to my right may be left handed because when I reach for my mouse, her hand is often already there. Life is good here in the Congo.
  We left Kinshsasa a couple days ago. I have hired an agency to direct me through the airport, thankfully: It would have been a real pain otherwise: We took a very interesting dual turbo prop plane- about 25 passanger. As we were awaiting to taxi to the runway, my seatmate was already audibly praying. -- prayer is so common here. It is the normal reaction to almost everything---  As we txied out, I was happy to have my seatbelt fastened, the ashphalt was so rough. I was hoping we werent on the actual runway.  We were.  I joined my brother in prayer.  We had a wonderful flight. Just as an aside, one of the stewardesses , and I kid you not, was a split image of Michael Jackson of 20 years ago -- wow.
  I was met by 2 of my previous contacts bot on a moto. I started my sejourn at a Catholic pere mission, run by a bunch of peres. After the first night i realized I had no future here. I don,t mind living rough and 10 bucks a day sounded ok too, but I didn:t want to live in a pig-stye. We found another Cathlic mission which has women caretkers and it is wonderful. I will be happy here. I stated before leaving that this round, I brng nothing to offer Congo. I wish though, I would have brought a screwdriver and a couple screws. I have already had é doorknobs come off in my hand. Plus I have already made a room change in my present place. Water began to flow mysteriously across the floor for some reason in my first room.
  This morning I engaged a lady to do my laundry. I also ordered 2 shirts from a tailor right outside our door. I made a deal, 30 bucks for é shirts-- that includes the material. The full roll of material makes 2 shirts and a skirt for a lady. The extra piece I gave to the seamstress. Tomorrow we will take a photo together. I did,t really like the material and will probably lave the shirts here, but I have earned a spot under their tree where I will be perfecting my Kituba over the next days.
  Del, I ate supper at the home of Pastor Mahuma the other evening. His wife worked with you and has happy memories. After a bit I recalled her--  I need to get a name and photo yet.  Yesterday, I visited Kakesa:s wife. She lives just down the street from me here. Just a wonderful lady and we had a very good visit.
   Well, I wil tell more stories later. I,m paying by time here.