My grandfather fought in World War One through mud and trench warfare. I dug a trench across Zaire. And Zaire's a jealous mistress possessive till the end. We work for hour on hour. It just shows you don't relax till you actually leave Zaire.
Some people climb up Everest.
I don't think that's so hard. It's like a stroll in my backyard. I'm not easy to impress my friend cause I made it across Zaire. Thank you, Michael, for showing us how many words rhyme with Zaire. Now here are a couple final observations of my own, images culled from that memorable day when we rolled out of Zaire.