Day 150 - Sat 27 Feb - 13,970km, Boembe, Congo

Congo is putting forward an impressive case for the title of worst food in Africa to date, thanks to locals only eating incredibly bland manioc (steamed cassava in vine leaves), fish, the usual deep fried dough balls and in some lucky areas bananas and bread. Travelling deeper into the south today, as always, I was on the look out for some new palate excitement and I did make one essential break through – delicious cling wraps of homemade peanut butter sold by the street mammas. On a day of frightfully wet and windy conditions across the open rolling landscapes of the deforested plateau, an area surprisingly similar to British national parks, filling up on peanut sarnis seemed jolly fitting! We weren’t always shown British politeness along the way however, at one stage having to speed up to pass through a homemade road block manned by machete wielding teens after an easy buck. I’m not sure if the Congolese will be able to take the taste overload of malt loaf, but tomorrow I plan to find out.