I just scored another dress for my wife, Del. At this rate she can forget about the Thrift Store and just send me to Congo more often. Perhaps I’m painting too sorrowful a picture of her staying at home working while I’m having all the fun.

 I’m forever amazed at the cleanliness of the Congolese. For public appearance, I believe they wear a set of clothes only once before laundering them. Someone in the yard always seems to be washing clothes. I attempt to fool them by rotating multiple sets through the week, though Guy did catch me once and pointed out that my jeans were dirty.

 This begins my final day in Kikwit. I anticipate a socially full day. I have already totally overbooked my day, but like the airlines, I hope some of my appointments don’t materialize. Tomorrow will be a full day of bus ride. This is the first time I will have taken the day bus so I’m kind of looking forward to it.