Between 1920 and 1960, a combination of urban population growth, busy transport networks, increased sexuality, trade, and sterilized injections contributed to the prevalence of HIV-1 M in the DRC at that time.

The transport network spread from Kinshasa to the southernmost and northernmost cities of the DRC, which connected southern and eastern Africa and became the earliest secondary transmission centres. Around the time of independence of the Democratic Republic of the Congo (DRC) in 1960, HIV spread to a larger population and eventually spread throughout the world.

Chen Rui got off the plane at Njili International Airport in Kinshasa.

As the first window of a country to the outside world, the airport is the first image of the country by foreign passengers.

Through the two things that Chen Rui saw with his own eyes after getting off the plane, the first image of the country of the Democratic Republic of the Congo (DRC) is very bad, and it can be said that it is very bad.

First of all, as an airport in the capital of a country, the road in front of the airport is potholed and covered with stagnant water, which is worse than the airports in China's third-tier cities.

The second thing is that customs officers use their position and power to extort money from passengers.

There was a long queue not far from the tarmac, full of passengers waiting to pass the border, people of all colors, and Chen Rui was also in the queue.

Two customs-looking men were checking passports, and there were several uniformed blacks next to them to maintain order.

The queue was constantly being called away by customs officers and brought into the inspection hall, where the rooms were crowded with people who had also had their passports confiscated, and some people were gesturing to explain something to the customs officers.

At this time, Chen Rui heard someone behind him say to his companion in English, "This is a customs officer taking advantage of his position to blackmail." At least a few dozen dollars. Or hundreds of dollars. If you're unlucky, you might be left behind. ”

Chen Rui's entry procedures are relatively complete, probably thanks to his yellow-skinned face, you know, China has a lot of aid and cooperation projects in the Democratic Republic of the Congo (DRC), and its influence is very great.

The customs officer took Chen Rui's passport, glanced at Chen Rui, and said. "Chinese."

The Democratic Republic of the Congo (DRC), a former Belgian colony, has French as its official language, with 60 per cent of Congolese speaking French and 20 per cent speaking English, but their mother tongue – Ringennam is the most spoken.

As a customs officer, you have to deal with passengers from all over the world, and you are generally fluent in English.

The customs officer handed the passport back to Chen Rui, and did not make it difficult or blackmail Chen Rui.

Chen Rui left the airport and walked outside the airport.

There were a lot of black people wandering outside the airport, all waiting to carry out the ceremony for the guests.

As soon as the travelers came out, several blacks swarmed in. Rush to help the travelers get the salute.

Don't think they're kind enough to give you a tip.

Chen Rui saw the scene with his own eyes.

A white passenger walked out of the airport aisle dragging a gift suitcase. A short distance away waved to a van, which drove up and stopped on the side of the road about 50 meters away from the white travelers.

At this time, a black man next to him picked up the white passenger's salute and carried it to the shuttle van without saying a word, and then reached out and asked for a $10 tip.

The passenger was suddenly stunned, less than 50 meters actually charged 10 US dollars, which is too dark, and it is obvious that it is a robbery.

Chen Rui was also stunned.

"Hello." At this time, someone greeted Chen Rui, in Chinese.

"Hello." Chen Rui said, looked up, and found that the person who greeted him was a black man, black and black, as black as black charcoal, and only when he laughed did he know that there was still a white place on their body. Chen Rui now understands why black toothpaste is so famous.

"My name is Bailey. Tomman, do you need a ride? The black man asked Chen Rui again with his tongue in Chinese circling around his mouth.

"You know Chinese." Chen Rui was very curious and asked the black man.

"I'll only say three sentences." The black man said in English.

"Which three sentences." Chen Rui asked.

"'Hello!' ,'Chinese','My name is Bailey. Tomman, do you need a ride? Bailey. Tomman said in Chinese, and then in English, "There are a lot of you Chinese in our country, and you can often get Chinese guests at the airport, so I specially learned a few words of Chinese." "After that, Bailey. Tomman again said the three Chinese sentences he had learned in Chinese, 'Hello! ''Chinese'''My name is Bailey. Tomman, do you need a ride! "That's right.

"If you don't deliberately roll your tongue, your Chinese is very standard." Chen Rui said.

"Where do you need to go?" Bailey. Tomman asked Chen Rui.

"Congo River Hotel." Chen Rui said.

"Okay, please get in the car." Bailey. "The Congo River Hotel is the best hotel in our country, and it costs $300 a night for a regular room. ”

Chen Rui got into the car, which was a van-turned-taxi, and the space inside was very large.

Bailey. Tomman started his car and headed towards the Congo River Hotel.

Bailey. Tomman drove very hard, and it was like sitting in his car like participating in the Dakar Rally, and then, the road was full of potholes, and the Congolese soil was full of sandy soil, and the road was relatively dusty.

The van-converted taxi in this car is very poor in shock resistance, and the windows are open.

Chen Rui immediately couldn't stand it, the car kept going up and down, this is not counting, the most terrible thing is that the dust raised by the front wheels on the road poured into the car, driving to the point that only the dust was seen and the car was gone.

Sitting in this broken car, Chen Rui was also a little drunk.

"Slowdown, slow down." Chen Rui hurriedly said.

“ok.” Bailey. Tomman gestured and said.

"Do you often drive so hard?" Chen Rui asked.

"yes, we guys here drive so fast." Bailey. Tomman said.

The speed of the car is slowing down, though, Bailey. Tomman turned the music up loud, with some noise, full of rock songs like accusations and anger, and from time to time he put his hand out of the car and compared two fingers, I don't know what it meant.

Chen Rui didn't say anything, and turned his head to look out the window.

Chen Rui found strange things on the highway.

Just by looking at the cars running on the streets, you will think that the Congolese people are very rich, and the streets are full of high-end cars such as BENZ, TOYOTA and MITSUBISHI.

Then, I took my phone and checked, and it turned out that this was not the case.

Most of these cars are used cars shipped from Europe, and the price is not expensive.

In fact, before Chen Rui came to the DRC, he checked some information about the DRC. (To be continued......)