Taking a dugout in a truck from one port to another is sort of like carrying a heaving carp in a wagon from one pond to another pond. In the truck the dugout is a convincing “fish out of water”. Nevertheless, Sabin, our helmsman, assured me this was the least expensive and safest way to get a top-quality dugout from the downstream port of Kisangani, around the rapids, to the upsteam port of Ubundu.
Like so many other things in DRCongo – the process was completely dependent on human might and mane. There was no operational crane, no hoist, just brawn.
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The truck rolled slowly to Ubundu. Alas a last jolt in a pothole dislocated a bit of the stern. But Sabin put in at Ubundu, it was floating with the hole well above water.