Heading downtown, I spot a sign and recognize part of the telex address. I walk through the door and ask for Noel, the contact person on the telex. A dignified man, perhaps in his 30's, appears. Slowly a smile ripples across his face. Noel finds a vehicle to take me to Ouango.
Large trees line the roads.
We head east along the Ubangui River, the green hills of Zaire rising on the other bank, passing hotels, embassy residences, a military camp, and a village. In about 15 minutes we reach Ouango. We wind our way between houses for about a kilometer and stop in front of a cinder block building. Rather than formal church structures, our movement often chooses a building that can serve as a residence as well as a center for worship, education and outreach. Someone is sent to locate Lenga, the pastor.