A visit to Zaire, July 1983

1. Preparation

As soon as Rosalie told us of her engagement, we wondered if any of us would be able to go out to Zaire for the wedding.  We realised that the trip would not be as easy as crossing the Atlantic, which Bernard is now so used to.  At first we thought that just I would go, then Bernard and Katie decided that they would like to go.   At that point, Bernard inquired about plane ticket costs with the Travel Agents based at his work, and it was reluctantly decided that it would have to be just Bernard and myself ~ due no doubt to lack of competition, air fares to Zaire are about double the transatlantic costs!

 

The next stage was “health”; we got a list of precautions to take, and set about the round of injections, for Yellow Fever, Typhoid and Cholera (these were very powerful ~ we both had stiff and sore arms, and Bernard had to take a day off work), and Malaria tablets to take while we were there and then for four weeks afterwards.

 

Visas ~ the form from the Embassy here required us to have a “duly certified” letter of invitation, in order to go in as relatives; we could have gone as tourists, but a nephew who did that a few years ago found on leaving that lie “hadn’t spent enough” while in the country, and had to pay taxes (he could have spent it on souvenirs if he’d known!).  There was a long correspondence with Rosalie, to try and get this letter (all tied up with the formal approval of the marriage, by the church in Zaire and the BMS); it arrived with about a week and a half to go.  So I took it to London on the Thursday before we were due to leave, and found the Embassy closed (a public holiday in Zaire), with a notice saying that the Visa office would be open on the Friday instead. After phoning, we found that they would take the applications, so London trip 2 was the Friday, and trip 3 (to collect the passports) on the Tuesday July 5th.  A close shave!

 

The air tickets were delayed in coming too, and arrived on the 5th ~ the Travel Agents gave Bernard “duplicate” tickets, so that we could get our visas; he had to return the duplicates to get the “real” ones.  It was a great relief to have all the documents in our hands, and to start packing.  We had taken gifts from so many people for Rosalie, plus letters and gifts for other missionaries, that we wondered if we would be within our luggage limit; but in the end we were both under the weight limit.

 

 

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