When I was just shy of 15, my innocent rendition of the word changed forever. I was part of a volunteer team to El Salvador, the plane had just landed and we were getting an introduction to the reality of third world. Nothing short of devastating, completely eye opening, the whole experience lead me to an addiction to similar trips helping the poor and loving them surrounded by the beautiful culture they possessed.
Photographer Patrick Willocq documented his experience to the Democratic Republic of Congo calling it “On the road from Bikoro to Bokonda” His mission is in cooperation with community-based and fair trade-tours. In his words, “I have always been struck by the beauty, simplicity, and dignity of daily life despite all the hardships they face.”
Natural vegetation adorns the hunters as their camo. They are tough and gritty with ripped bodies obviously pumped for a day on the trail.
Students try to focus on their instructors as two lectures happen side by side. Their primitive classroom includes a simple chalkboard made of painted boards and a 5 row bench that seats everyone attending.
Mother cares for her little ones, feeding one from her bosom, the rest wait their turn patiently.