ON THE ROAD TO POINTE NOIRE VIA BRAZZAVILLE

Flowers on arbor covering the porch at the TA building. We stopped there on our way to the Beach to embark on the boat for Brazzaville. These were a bit unusual.

On the boat looking back at the quai where the logs await shipment which we can see from our rooftop.

Leaving the Beach embarkation docks looking at an island in the river. 

Olivier on the left and another church employee who accompanied us.

View of the dock area in Kinshasa.

View toward Brazzaville.

My companion actually smiling on the boat, not her favorite part of our trip.

We attended an Interweave training meeting organized by Olivier.

Attendees at the Interweave training meeting.

Woman demonstrating her Ginger juice methods.

Young boy at the Interweave meeting whom Sue encourage to sit next to her under the fan in the sweltering room who promptly went to sleep. I slept a bit too.

Pastries in the entry to a restaurant where we at dinner in Brazzaville.

Chololate purse in the pastry shop.

Olivier on the left and Gaetan at dinner.

The restaurant where we ate in Brazzaville.

Room in the Adonis Hotel.

Sue at the computer in the hotel.

Taxis make up 75% of the traffic. They are blue and white. In Brazzaville they are green and white. In Kinshasa they are no uniform color, and they are battered and falling apart.

Main street in Pointe Noire.

Elder Wheatley patiently leaning on the shopping cart during our marathon shopping spree. We were in the Casino Super Market.

The ladies conferring.

Go figure, a Halloween store in Africa, a recent import from the US celebrated in the schools.

Downtown Pointe Noire.

The generator. Electricity is off often.

The electrical panel. Fuses, circuit breakers, and switches to throw when switching between city and generator power.

Potted garden inside our compound wall. The guard tends the garden.

There is an upper apartment, empty now.

The kitchen.

The living room.

The bedroom.

 Bathr

Bathroom.

Bathroom tub.

Dining area.

Morning walk along the beach road.

Concrete pot manufacturing from beach sand.

I learned later that the walled area on the left is a military compound where the president sometimes stays and I shouldn't take pictures of it. ooops!

On the road.

Finished painted sand concrete pots.

The owner of the sand pot business.

Off-shore oil rig. Recent finds are boosting the economy.

Train load of rain forest lumber.

A local restaurant, favorite of missionaries.

Oil tanker anchored off the shore.

Railroad station.

Wicker furniture maker and apprentice.

The business proprietor. We printed this photo and one for his apprentice.

His inventory of finished furniture.

The apprentice.

A vehicle decorated for a wedding.

Playground by the beach.

Local restaurant on the beach.

Fancy hotel near the beach.

Restaurant on the beach.

Looking up the beach.

Waves on the Atlantic Ocean.

Our home in Pointe Noire.

The Wheatley on the beach.

On the Atlantic Ocean.

Our home again.

Our night guard, Heritier. He is preparing and saving for a mission.

Railroad tracks.

Street view.

Missionaries at their apartment. We went to see if their washer had a problem.

View of Missionary apartment.

Blue taxis.

Single wheel carts abound instead of the two wheeled that we see in Kinshasa.

Only chapel owned and built by the Church in the Republic of Congo. All others are rentals.

Panorama of Church grounds.