A sweet Sunday

O.K. so today we went to the International Protestant church here in Kinshasa. It was pretty cool. They had the choir sing in French and it was really good. Then a bunch of us went to this great little Lebonese restaurant called Al Dahr. Kinshasa does not have a lot to do by way of entertainment(ie no movies, no bowling alley, no skating rink, etc... ) but it does make up for it in places to eat. There is no shortage of really cool places to eat. Al Dahr is great food and resonably priced. I had Shwarmas which are thick pita bread wrapped like burritos around chicken and french fries (yes, I said french fries) with mayo and vegetables. After lunch we went to see the rapids just outside of Kinshasa. All week people have been telling me no one has ever survived the rapids and they have thirty foot standing waves in there and they are so dangerous. So I being your fearless pirate leader on this expedition had to go see for myself. I wish I could have taken pictures for you but they had a security guy follow us the entire time so No Photos were allowed.
The majority of the rapids for as far as you can see are doable. The problem is the Congo river is like the Mississippi and for a one mile or so stretch turns into a raging inferno of boiling holes and monster whirlpools. There were a couple of sections Where half of the river comes around an island and drops like ten to twelve feet into a river wide hydraulic. It is DICEY to put it mildly. Shooting the v on this bad boy will challenge your heart muscle to the max. There are then three standing waves that are a good eight to ten feet high possibly more but no thirty foot waves on my side of the river. I could not get a good look at the Brazzaville side but from the road they looked twice the size of the ones we were looking at. They say pros have lost their lives on these rapids and it is certainly no place for the faint of heart. I would love to see the son of a sea going bicuit eater who makes the first descent. After those three major hydros you punch into the calm water which looked like mostly a class three wave train. Then there were a few class four hydros in the middle. This stretch is about a quarter of a mile to a half a mile then you need to get out if you value your life and do some more scouting cuz from where we stood there were some serious holes throwing up monster rooster tails. I was impressed. Anywho, not a bad way to spend an afternoon huh? Doing some worship, eating some food, and then scoping the river. What a sweet Sunday.