We were on the road to Numbi. The same road that, only the night before, beat our Land Cruiser into submission. And the same road considered, by many, to be the most dangerous in Congo. Which is saying a lot, because pretty much all Congo roads are dangerous. But we traded in our truck for bikes and decided to have another go at it.
We found ourselves on a thin ribbon of mud, clinging to the side of the mountains. And there was little room for error, as one side was almost always a drop off. To make maters more interesting, this was rebel territory. And white men on bikes, in a place where you never see white men on bikes, tends to draw suspicion. So we decided to move fast with limited rest breaks.