When we woke on day 2 in Kortie Town we had another shower and breakfast and then walked over to Dougamai, the big village in the area. We saw the graves of chiefs and other great men in the middle of town, and met some palm wine tappers. Before getting back on the road I got to hold the youth chiefs “single barrel.” I finally realized that Liberian hunters use single barrel breach break shotguns and not hunting rifles. Needless to say I enjoyed this moment.
So we finally made it to Voinjama around 12pm. We were met by Johnny who was a professional surveyor and had done work for the Carter Center and other organizations to evaluate various things. He had even had experience with surveys on PDAs. Something I’ve had an interest in lately. Johnny was a really great, really sharp guy, and we had a lot of fun with him. First we took our bikes to a local mechanic, he was just a kid who didn’t speak English very well. Jeff’s bike needed a lot of fixing after the wreck, I wanted my kick stand fixed and a fender was starting to come loose so I wanted that taken care of before it got worse. After communicating our needs we had lunch and then just walked around Voinjama.
Voinjama was great. It had such a wonderful wild west frontier town feel. A few county seats in Liberia have at least one or two paved roads, but voinjama was all dust, and some of buildings even had facades that seemed sort of western. We drank tea, went to the top of “pak bat hill”, a hill overlooking all of Voinjama.
At the end of the day we went back to the mechanics place and picked up our bikes. We had a lot of ground to cover the next day so we wanted the bikes back before dark. To the left is Mohamed, the mechanic that worked on the bikes. He was a really nice kid. And I really liked this photo of this kid posing by an engine that’s supposed to be in the process of being rebuilt.