Crossing the border from Rwanda to DRC
Crossing the border from Rwanda to DRC was a patience-testing process at the end of a long day that started in our beds in Kenya, around 3 am.
Many, many stamps. Weird, slow discussions about what to eat next and whether Skee-lo or Too Short sang “I Wish I Was A Little Bit Taller.” (Skee-lo, obviously.) And we are in Goma.