Monrovia and Robertsport

On Wednesday, the delegation went to Robertsport, Liberia, which is on the northern coast of the country. Everyone is very gracious and share what they have with the delegation. At one of the schools the children flocked around the cars and sang with with great joy. There is a lot of poverty there, but there is also a lot of pride and joy in the hearts of the people. The people there are kind, gracious and welcoming.

On Thursday (today), they headed back to Monrovia and dinner was grilled fish (head and all) with rice and Liberian club beer (I'm not exactly sure what Liberian Club Beer is, but she'll be able to clarify when the delegation returns).

The following is taken (almost) word for word from a series of texts she sent today:

"Monrovia is the largest city in Liberia. It is not as big as Columbus. More like Hartford [Connecticut] sized. There are no working traffic lights in the whole city, and almost no stop signs. Traffic is chaos to my untrained eye. But for all the startling moments, we have not seen a single car accident. Our driver is very good. There are bustling open air markets. Everyone is on cell phones all the time. A woman with a wheelbarrow selling mangoes by the side of the road is even talking on a cell phone. Monrovia is the seat of the government, so all of the ministry buildings are here. The UN has it's Liberian Headquarters here, so there are a lot of white trucks with big UN letters on the side. Today we went to the Fish Market field from the movie "Pray the Devil Back to Hell"... it is now a dirt field used to play soccer"

As of right now, that is all we have received from them. I'm still not sure how Deb/mom is managing to text me, but somehow she is, so as she tells me to post new information on the blog, I shall do so.