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8 July 2017 by Justine
We are three blocks from our hotel and just to make things nicer, a white truck follows us. We stop, it stops. We turn around, it turns around. It sounds pretty funny, but right now, it’s midnight, our passports are kept hostage at the police station, we are in the Congo, we used all our patience and that truck freaks me out.