Counting the bricks of Congolese francs which we acquired on the street. The wadge on my knee was $50 equivalent.

How the other "half" lives - a smart Lebanese restaurant with very good food on the Boulevard de 30 Juin where we had lunch - a favourite spot for Belgians working here and the DRC nouveaux riche.

Children near the rapids below Kinshasa literally "breaking rocks" up into small stones to earn a few francs for the family.

"Insecticide Massacreur" - slaughterer - what a great name for an insect spray.

Kinshasa is the second biggest urban area in Africa - 15m people give or take the odd 5m, because no-one really knows, but the airport last night was not nearly as awful as feared (apart from baggage reclaim, which was utter chaos - the porters were literally fighting each other for packages as they came through from the baggage handlers), but there were no bribes involved - or at least none directly involving us. Perhaps the local agents had smoothed the way in ...