this is older than our story probably. the chief said, uh, his father gave it to him in 1935. so, who knows, man, wow. so, where'd you get the bracelet? oh, an african king gave it to me, the congo river. where'd you get yours? we've come a long way down river, but with many kilometers still to go, attention is turned towards the evening meal. i figure i'll make coq au vin, which is a pretty simple way of dealing with a bunch of tough, old, stringy birds in one pot. getting close to killy time. the moment of truth. it's quickly getting dark and i'm very aware of a number of things. how do they usually kill chickens? >> dan: a small knife. >> anthony: a small knife, cut the head off? >> dan: a small knife. >> anthony: our chickens are thin, straggly, and tough. >> dan: ah, he's biting me. >> anthony: in order to make anything, any kind of edible, i'm probably going to have to