Today is Sunday and I wanted to attend the same French Mennonite Church that I had gone to last time. I knew about where it was but not exactly. I walked around for a couple hours and finally gave up. I sat down at a small 1 table restaurant and asked the lady if they had coka cola. She said yes, so I just relaxed and waited. After 1/2 hour, still no coke. I asked her again as to the status of my drink. She apparently hadn't realized I wanted a coke, just wanted to know if they had some. As it was, she didn't but sent someone across the street to get one. It was a very relaxing time just sitting and watching the activity.
  Jonathan and I went this afternoon to buy my bus ticket. I leave tomorrow evening for Kikwit. We took 3 taxis before arriving at the station. At the end, I felt quite invincible. We had so many close calls and survived that I knew I would not die today. I never even considered a seat belt. Although 3 seat belts for 5 persons doesn't work in any case. The long term missionaries warned me not to take the common taxis for multiple reasons. I think I'll not take their advice. Riding taxis is just too much fun.