I had also a special night as a girl knocked and knocked all the time at my door;I got up and went down with her to ask the reception to keep her from going upstairs all the time to search for 'customers';and haaaaa I felt the bite of a mosquitoe(during the night no need for a repellent because with AC in the room----no mosquitoes),I got nervous because I was scared of the malaria;
a soldier came into the lobby,with a HUUUUUUUUUGE machine-gun and enormous muscles(sylvester stallone in black);I tried to communicate with him with simple words in french,but I discovered that he spoke french better than me with a perfect parisian accent;what a life it must be to be a soldier at night in brazzaville...





