From the Island Owner to the King

Between 1920 and 1960, multiple factors, including urban population growth, busy transportation networks, increased sex, trade, and unsterilized injection practices, contributed to the prevalence of HIV-1 m in what was then the Democratic Republic of the Congo.

With the transport network from Kinshasa to the southernmost and northernmost cities in the Democratic Republic of the Congo, where it connects southern and eastern Africa, it became the earliest secondary center of transmission. Before and after the independence of the Democratic Republic of the Congo in 1960, HIV entered a larger population and eventually spread all over the world.

Chen Rui got off the plane at Kinshasa Ngili International Airport.

As the first window of a country to the outside world, the airport is the first image of foreign travelers to the country.

Through the two things that Chen Rui saw with his own eyes after getting off the plane, the first impression of the country of Congo (DRC) is very bad, it can be said that it is very bad.

The first thing, as the airport of a country's capital, the road in front of the airport is full of potholes and water, which is not as good as the airports in China's third-tier cities.

The second thing is that customs officers use their power to extort passengers.

Not far from the apron, there was a long queue of passengers waiting to pass the border. There were people of all skin colors, and Chen Rui was also in the queue.

Two customs-like people were checking passports, and there were several black uniformed men beside them maintaining order.

Some people in the queue were constantly called away by customs officers and brought into the inspection hall. The rooms in the inspection hall were crowded with people whose passports had also been confiscated, and some people gestured to explain something to the customs officers.

At this time, Chen Rui heard someone behind him say to his companion in English, "This is a customs officer taking advantage of his position to extort, at least tens of dollars, or hundreds of dollars. If he is unlucky, he may be returned."

Chen Rui's entry procedures are relatively complete, probably thanks to his yellow-skinned face, you know. China has a lot of aid and cooperation projects in Congo (DRC), and its influence is very large.

Customs officers took Chen Rui's passport. Glancing at Chen Rui, he said, "se."

Congo (Kinshasa) was a Belgian colony, and the official language is French. 60% of Congolese (Kinshasa) people can speak English and 20% can speak English, but the most they speak is their mother tongue - Lingnan.

As a customs officer, I have to deal with passengers from all over the world, and I usually speak fluent English.

Customs officers handed the passport back to Chen Rui.

There is no difficulty in holding or blackmailing Chen Rui.

Chen Rui left the airport and walked outside the airport.

There are a lot of black people outside the airport, all waiting to carry out the ceremony for the guests.

As soon as the passengers came out, several black people flocked to help the passengers with their salutes.

You mustn't think that they are kind to give you a moving ceremony, and they want to charge a tip.

Chen Rui saw the scene with his own eyes.

A white passenger dragged a suitcase out of the airport passage and waved to a van not far away. The van drove over and parked on the side of the road about 50 meters away from the white passenger.

At this time, a black man next to him picked up the salute of the white passenger and carried it to the pickup van without saying a word. Then, reach for a $10 tip.

The passenger was suddenly stunned and charged $10 for less than 50 meters. It's too dark, it's obviously a robbery.

Chen Rui was also taken aback for a moment.

"Hello." Someone greeted Chen Rui at this time, in Yokou Chinese.

"Hello." Chen Rui said, looked up and found that the person greeting him was a black man. It was pitch black, as black as charcoal. Only when he laughed would he know that they also had white spots on their bodies. exist. Chen Rui now understands why black toothpaste is so famous.

"My name is Bailey Toman, do I need to take a car?" The black man fucked again. asked Chen Rui in Chinese with his tongue in a circle around his mouth.

"You can speak Chinese." Chen Rui was very curious and asked the black man.

"I only know three sentences," the black man said in English.

"Which three sentences?" Chen Rui asked.

"'Hello!'. 'Chinese', 'My name is Bailey Toman. Do I need a car?'" Bailey Toman said in Yokou's Chinese, and then said in English, "There are many of you in our country. Chinese people can often get Chinese guests at the airport, so I deliberately learned a few sentences of Chinese." After speaking, Bailey Toman once again used Yokou's Chinese to say the three Chinese sentences he had learned,' Hi! ''Chinese'' 'My name is Bailey Toman, do I need a car? "That's what it said.

"If you don't roll your tongue deliberately, your Chinese is very standard," Chen Rui said.

"Where do I need to go?" Bailey Toman asked Chen Rui.

"Congo River Hotel." Chen Rui said.

"Okay, please get in the car." Bailey Toman said, "The Congo River Hotel is the best hotel in our country, and ordinary rooms cost $300 a night."

Chen Rui got into the car. It was a taxi transformed from a van, and the space inside was very large.

Bailey Toman started the car and drove to the Congo River Hotel.

Bailey Toman drove very hard. Sitting in his car was like participating in the Dakar Rally. Then, the road surface was full of potholes. In addition, the soil in the Congo was full of sandy soil, and the road was dusty.

This van modified taxi has very poor shock resistance and the windows are open.

Chen Rui couldn't take it anymore. The car kept going up and down the slopes, which was not enough. The most terrible thing was that the dust raised by the front wheel pressed on the road was poured into the car, and the car was driven to the point where the dust could not be seen.

In this broken car, Chen Rui was also a little drunk.

"Slow down," Chen Rui said quickly.

"Ok." Bailey Tomman said with a gesture.

"Do you often drive so hard?" Chen Rui asked.

"Yeah, we all drive so fast here," said Bailey Toman.

The speed of the car slowed down, but Bailey Toman drove the music loudly, playing some noise, full of rock songs like accusation and anger, and from time to time put his hand out of the car, comparing two fingers, no. know what it means.

Chen Rui didn't say anything, and turned his head to look out the window.

Chen Rui found strange things on the road.

Just looking at the cars running on the street, you will think that the Congolese people are rich, and the streets are full of high-end cars such as benz, a and other high-end cars.

Then, I checked with my phone, and it turned out that was not the case.

Most of these cars are second-hand cars shipped from Europe and are not expensive.

In fact, before Chen Rui came to the DRC, he checked some information about the DRC. (To be continued)