Touchdown Liberia

Taking off and landing in Ghana and Liberia today, I peered out the window looking for roads. In Ghana there were many, though few were paved. In Liberia, nearly all I saw was dense jungle. Maybe a few foot paths. One road. As we touched down at the airport the US transportation security deemed unfit for Delta to fly to, I noticed a dead plane sitting near the runway, collecting rust. I hurriedly pulled out my camera to capture the image, but as I stepped off the plane the lens immediately fogged up from the humidity.

Liberia’s main airport is tiny. There’s one belt for baggage claim. The carts to carry your bags are so old and rusted that I had to try out several before I got one that didn’t’ screech horribly loudly. But shockingly, my bags made it (there was a bit of a debacle in Accra). And now I’ve arrived.
There are eight of us in the intern house, which has four bedrooms. There is no hot water, but I’m pretty used to it after the past week in Dakar and the water warms up quite a bit because of the heat outside. We only have electricity for half the day. And we’re about thirty minutes from downtown Monrovia. I’m yet to report to work, but I really can’t wait hit the ground and start running. I’m going to need all the time I can get; they are really loading the work on me this summer.