Actually you can hardly see the river. We followed a current between the trees and got stuck regularly because we were just too heavy. Sometimes we had to get out and sometimes we could just push the boat over the obstacles. After an hour and a quarter we went through a narrow passage and proceeded upstream for a while. A quarter of an hour later we reached the bank on the other side.

We ate at the end of the afternoon. Bienvenu began to prepare the foufou (also from the manioc / cassava plant, but from the leaf instead of the root). It is a flour that is diluted with water forming a very sticky rubbery ball that feels like lead in your stomach. Very nutritious, but difficult to digest. The locals eat it like bread. After 2 days I couldn't eat it any more. The manioc must be finished first because it is liable to rot. We prepared a meal just once a day. If we felt like it we could keep some of it for breakfast the following day.

Today's menu: 1 ball of foufou, part of a manioc tendril, some sardines in tomatoe sauce diluted with our own "chocolate" sauce made from crushed nuts. Also a mug of coffee.