
Igor: "Could be worse..."
Dr. Frankenstein: "How?"
Igor: "Could be raining."
That's what I felt when our Land Cruiser sunk into 3 feet of mud while trying to pass a huge truck stuff in 5 feet of mud. Of course, within minutes it started raining.
We were on our way to the border. We'd cross the river border in huge dugout canoes in order to catch the once a week flight from Bangui, Central African Republic to Paris. When the engine died, I started to worry, the truck has a bad starter. Hmm, if we miss this flight we're stuck for another week - I'll run out of malaria pills - I'll have to eat more foukou and pondou - my clothes will really begin to stink.
Our driver went off looking for some gasoline in order to prime the starter (I don't understand this - the truck is a diesel). The driver of another huge truck waiting to get through found a tow cable and, in exchange for a pair of nice work gloves, agreed to yank us out.
In the end we were only stuck about an hour & a half. Then we shot down the "road" for the next 7 hours or so, trying hard to endure similar "potholes" (some seemed like moon craters), in order to cross the river before the border workers went home for the day.

We're smiling because the sun came out
and we're crossing to Bangui - one more step toward home.
and we're crossing to Bangui - one more step toward home.