We were checked three times in the last 20 km before reaching Libreville. The first looked us over and waved us through. They didn't much like the fact that I was driving with an International Driver's license instead of a Gabonese driver's license, even though I now have my Carte de Sejour. There were small shops on both sides of the road, as well as vegetable stands. It is just a two-lane road with no shoulders at all.
People walk across the road in front of the cars, or walk along down the road.
When the oncoming traffic is a bus or logging truck, it gets a little tricky. Most seem to make it. It's driving with one hand on the stick shift, the other hand on the steering wheel, and your thumb poised over the horn. Deb and I kid with each other that anyone convicted of Road Rage in the U.S. should be sentenced to two weeks of driving in Libreville. The road between the two holes was barely wide enough for two cars to pass through, let alone a bus or a logging truck.