I feel like whining un poquito lol, shocking I never do that. But no seriously, I feel entitled to whine grrrrr. I woke up w/ a bunch of mosquito bites, they were biting me last night outside and then there was one mosquito in my room and I couldn’t kill him and I woke up and have like 50 bites, including like 15-20 on my face lol. I get a free “breakfast” with my room, so I woke up and grumbled my way down the stairs to the coffee shop for breakfast. Well, it’s this sketchy beans in like watered down ketchup, two sketch hotdogs, a stale piece of bread and cornflakes with hot milk. I almost gagged when I ate the flakes b/c I forget that Africans love hot milk, grosssss. I had to interview three people today and select one person to be the coordinator for the project. I don’t like having to tell people they didn’t get the job. I still have to call a pastor and let him know that he’s a great person and strong candidate, but that we can’t hire him. My first interview was really cool, she’s the person that I’m going to hire.
After the interview she took me downtown to try and retrieve my lost bag w/ my all clothes. Driving downtown was cool, I like talking to random people and so I was talking to the cab driver about politics, football and America. It’s crazy, so many of the government buildings have signs reading, “Built with U.S.A. taxpayers money.” God bless our jacked up country and our crazy politics. We get to the airline place to find my bag and they open the closet and there’s my Maryland Terrapin Luggage tag on my giant red suitcase. I was so excited, and then they’re like, open it and take a look. I open it and my bag looks a little empty and I realize, my camera bag is not there and I’m kinda freakin out and they’re like, write down what’s missing and they will replace things that aren’t electronics or cameras, ughh so I’m out my fancy camera, I shouldn’t have packed it in my checked luggage I guess. They also took my sweet green laced Africa World Cup shoes, sucks, but such is life. Lesson learned. I got to go to lunch at a restaurant downtown in the capital and have my first real Liberian meal.
They had two giant wooden giraffes at the restaurant with a Liberian flag in their mouth. I took a picture w/ my cell phone camera, sadly that’s all that I can take pictures with. It’s ok tho, I’m really not that upset about my camera. Fotos don’t really do justice to Africa anyhow, you have to smell Africa, feel the air and the dust at your feet. After my final interview, I went walking around for a few hours. I wore my Guatemala man purse bag and my Liverpool jersey lol, I always try to appear not American, doesn’t work too well tho ha. It’s fun tho, Liverpool’s themesong is actually a hymn called, “You’ll Never Walk Alone” and all day lots of people, would look up and cheer, “You’ll Never Walk Alone!” It made me cheer up a bit. I walked through town, through markets and shops and I got to one street where I could look down and saw the ocean, so I started walking. I walked through probably four soccer games in the streets with kids playing through piles of trash and potholes and beat up streets with crappy balls. I passed a fancy home that had the iron letters, “Villa Patricia” welded on top of their fence. There was even some guy randomly walking in the street with a shirt that said, “Todos somos Americanos” lol, I love random things. Most kids were really nice to me and many looked up at me and said with a grin, “Liiiverpoooool” English is the official language, but most people talk a language I can’t understand at all. Little girls giggling gathered around the water pumps, while boys played games. Everything is a toy and they are so creative. Kids playing in the back of army cargo trucks, pushing each other in makeshift wheelbarrows even tho the tire doesn’t spin, rolling tire rims down the street with sticks, laughing and having a great time.
I finally got down to the end of the road to the beach. There was an official game of soccer going on, of sorts, they were older and there was a referee there. They were playing on a beach/hill/trash dump right on the beach with the waves slowly invading their pitch. I sat and watched next to a guy sitting on a bucket. Behind the goal was a palm thatched roof abandoned bar where a bunch of kids were watching. The goal was right next to the “public bathroom” aka a giant open cement thing with dividers and no privacy lol. The sun was setting and the tide swirled around the field so that it was almost surrounded on three sides of the field by water. The waves were crashing and hardly anyone was enjoying the beach even tho it was gorgeous. I walked along the waves for a bit and spent some time thinking and reflecting and smiling about how crazy normal my unnormal life is. I love it.
On my walk home I decided I should find dinner at the least shady spot I could find. I saw a sign for a nice looking restaurant called Frenchies lol it had nice pictures of good looking food, I started following the signs and it took me down sketchy streets and it’s night, so I feel like I glow in the dark at night in Africa, but I finally get to the restaurant and get a nice meal at a table with fancy African chairs and classy fake plastic flowers lol. I got to watch one of those shady Nigerian movies that are sorta Christian but also a bit slutty, lol, I so don’t get them. I decided I deserved a beer, yeah yeah I know, but I ordered the African Guiness which I also forgot how disgusting it is, and I love beer, but this is gross. I didn’t even drink half of it, which is a crime and not part of my diet/eating lifestyle plan or whatever ha.
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