DAY THIRTY-SIX The heat was on our tent fly by 7:00 and it made it too hot to lie in so we got up and mucked around getting breakfast.
Linda and I walked up to the Bank du Zairoise and went through the rigmarole of changing money then alternated the rest of the day lying in the shade or drinking coke in the bar.
After a tea of dehydrated spaghetti bolognaise, Scotty and I went across the road and had a few beers in a local bar.
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