|A Cabinda slum|
But then it's wonderful how today's anti-imperialists see nothing wrong with adopting imperialism's legacy of vastly different territories and tribes jumbled together, viz India with Assam, Nagaland etc. which had no ethnic, linguistic or other links with India until the British merged them administratively; or Indonesia with Dutch New Guinea etc.
|Cabinda's slumdog millionaires?|
Cabinda is definitely rather tired, but it has a faded charm with some tree-lined streets and colonial buildings, a nice waterfront going south and a couple of gaunt steepled churches. The governor's palace is an attractive large African-style building and I manage to sneak a verboten photo from my hotel terrace. There are the usual slums, some of them 'upper class' with a few more solid brick buildings abutting the rutted, puddled mud streets, where joyful kids are playing.
Meanwhile yours truly is staying at the best hotel in town for $160 a night. This is because it is only $24 more than the hotel two classes below it. But curb your enthusiasm: this tatty dowager has most definitely seen better days, and although it has a/c, TV and hot water, it is only worth about $40 in a normal country. And don't have your washing done here. It's $4.50 for a T-shirt and $3.30 for socks or panties.
|A Cabinda park|
|Church of the Kingdom of the World|