Day 209: His Darkest Days
The popcorn was sweet. Just like Sierra Leone.I sprung out of bed at the unholy hour of 4am, because that’s when I heard that the bus left for Monrovia, the…
Day 208: The Brain Drain
It was an early start as I left the comfort of Paul and Helga’s place, said my hearty cheerios and headed to the Liberian embassy to buy myself a visa.…
Day 207: In Tidy Attire
Had a bloody superb Sunday. Nowt to do, I slept in, uploaded my videos, wrote some blog, chatted to Mand, HAD A BATH! Oh yeah, this is my kind of…
Day 206: Drunk n’ Laughing
I was reading a book recently about a deaf guy who worked for the Peace Corps in Zambia. It was a ripping yarn, but one thing that he said stuck…
Days 202 to 205: The Journey to Freetown
Day 202: The Wheels On The Bus Go FWAP FWAP FWAP 21 July 2009 As the dawn was breaking ahead of us (myself and two guys from my shared taxi)…