Panga and me took some tourists on a singing tour of the Congo. I steered the boat while Panga strummed on his guitar and watched for crocodiles. At Malebo Pool our tourists reacted with frightened grimaces to me singing.
They asked Panga and I to humor them with a non-musical tour. We obliged them until we came upon some rough rapids. Here, several of the tourists were surprised when they heard my singing a solo. But they were too worried by the approaching cataracts to complain.