By 6:30 a.m., the roosters in the yard join together to practice their competitive crowing. I can only assume the category for which they are entering the contest is stamina.
I could not get it together this morning. I wasn’t dressed and out of my room until nearly 11:30 a.m. today – fine for a weekend in Atlanta, but a huge set back to the daily grind in Liberia.
This rainy season, travelers making their way by road to Maryland would be advised to take the route through Grand Kru and River Cess.
“Meet me outside the gate,” my friend directs. I step outside of the compound and ease into the heaven that is an air conditioned car. I literally have a few seconds of being in a state of complete euphoria.
Venturing to Grand Cape Mount County, Liberia is quite a special experience. Home of the Vai people and a delicious little dish called Cassava Leaf, after a visit here, one will surely want to return time and time again.
Our adventurer continues on with her first trip ever to Liberia. This time, she experiences Red Light Market.
Liberia’s decades of war, the scourge of Ebola, and its location in what is derisively called ‘the dark continent’ might lead many to conclude that traveling to the country is the equivalent of going to the Stone Age, with little to no access to the amenities people enjoy in developed countries.
In this next installment of Liberian with an Asterisk, the writer discovers the importance of keeping her hands inside vehicles when riding in Liberia.