So first things first, now that I finally have a camera again I’ve decided to put some pictures up of the place I moved into May 1st. This is the view from our front porch. As you can see we’re overlooking Mamba Point to the right and off in the distance is Capital Hill. It’s a great view, and note the hammocks. I don’t think it gets any better than lying out in a hammock swaying in the breeze. Next time I’ll try to remember to take some shots of the inside of the place. I suppose some people might find that interesting. Click on the picture to see the rest of my pictures from the balcony.
Anyway, so this past weekend I went to, you guessed it, Robertsport. Kent, from Universal Outreach Foundation, and I spent Saturday and Sunday surfing it up. Saturday was pretty windy. The waves were choppy and the wind kept pushing us around. It was another one of those days where you spend all your time paddling to be in the right spot, and then are never really being in the right spot when a wave comes. Needless to say I didn’t have much luck. But it was good to get out after being sidelined by bosses in town and malaria.
Sunday though was perfect. The wind died down, the sun came out and a lot of good surfing was had. I caught quite a few waves and had some nice long rides. I even caught a couple rides were I surfed all the way across the beach and had to stop before hitting the rocks on the other side. That was a super cool feeling. I think I’m starting to finally get the hang of things. Hopefully, I’ll be able to do it again before I forget.
Kent and I stayed at the UNMIL guest house. I had no idea they had a guest house, but Kent had stayed there before, so we tried it again. We walked up to the little UNMIL compound in Robertsport and asked to stay there. They let us. It was really nice and easy. We had our own rooms with power and AC all night, that’s better than my apartment in Monrovia. And best of all we didn’t have to pay. It seemed a little too nice, but I was cool with it for sure.
They also had this palava hut at the compound with mats nailed to the ceiling. I thought it looked pretty cool so I took a picture. Kent and I hung out at the palava hut for a bit Saturday after surfing, but before returning to the beach and hanging out at Nana’s Lodge. This is the place I wrote about last time I was in RP. I met the new manager, a guy named Dan from Canada. He was really nice, we played darts together on a team, we came out 1-1. Nana’s was about the same as last time. Though now they have a satellite TV dish, but no TV.
They’ve also started serving dinner at Nana’s. Kent and I stuck around for the Liberian chicken and rice which was the meal of the day. It was really good. The chicken was well cooked and the rice was nicely seasoned, but without burning my mouth out. Best of all they had a bottle of Tabasco sauce on the table. The meal was $15 USD, which is a bit much for a local dish, but considering the context of a “beach resort” bar on a nearly deserted beach, I decided to let it slide. The next day I started a tab at Nana’s when I came back from surfing and bought a Coke. I had no money on me so I started the tab. If all goes according to plan I’ll be staying at Nana’s next week so I’ll settle my accounts then. Be expecting a full write-up of staying in their “luxury tents” next week, or the week after if I’m busy.
I end this post with a pic of some friends. From left to right we have Amy (does public health, Mike’s girlfriend, learning to surf), Mike(works for Right To Play, surfs with me, dates Amy), Me, and Gwen(PhD student studying Pentecostal Christianity in Liberia, and my apartment mate). They are all very cool people. And I’m quite happy to know them.