Total was a pretty non exciting day- cracking on with work etc. Although I realised by writing my emails in French in word it would check my grammar and spelling for me- and those who know me know that it’s not a strong point of mine in English (in fact all of you having read a couple of lines of my blog will know this.)
So that was an epic result for the day.
I also saw that the pool at the hotel- the best in Kinshasa, 50m with a proper diving board and lanes- was being filled up having been repaired, which made me very excited, as I can actually do some exercise without turning into a red faced, drenched, half runner, especially as the wet season begins and the temperature will nudge into the 30’s.
Today was also the day I had my first proper encounter with a Congolese meal. I tried a local speciality called Poulet Mwambe. Now this had been described to me as chicken in a peanut butter and palm oil sauce. Anyone who has read the back of a Skippy or other decent brand of peanut butter (not the crappy English stuff- blugh), knows that the ingredients read:
peanuts, palm oil, salt, and a number preservatives.
peanuts, palm oil, salt, and a number preservatives.
This gave me high hopes for a chicken satay kind of dish but better, as it would essentially be made of skippy. How wrong could I be? Well ...very.
I enclose of photo of my meal- to let you see for yourselves.
I enclose of photo of my meal- to let you see for yourselves.
What I was actually met with was a very bland, poo coloured sauce on a decently cooked chicken, with rice (bland), deep fried plantain (I’m not a banana fan) and my good friend Pundu. See day 1. Needless to say this was not a particular favourite meal of mine- but like my mummy used to say ‘at least I tried’.
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