Despite our long and crazy days, we do get some time off. On Sunday we spent more time perusing the waterside markets and bartering with the vendors. I was able to do much of my shopping and was quite pleased with my negotiation skills. Example, "I'll give you $20 for the mask and $10 for the necklace," to which I would get a no. "OK, how about I just give you $30 for both of them." "Deal!" The things in town are overpriced compared to the surro
unding areas, but value is a relative thing and these people are the upper lower class of society. I consider it my own Liberian economic stimulus package. The masks represent various tribes in Liberia of which there are 16. The larger mask represents the Bassa tribe which inhabits the region that JFK hospital is.
Scorched from the blazing heat of the market, we walked the 4-5 blocks down the street to the famous Mamba Point Hotel, a local hotel and watering hole with things like champaign, cheesecake, salads, curly fries, and lobster soup. Although pricy, this place has become a favorite among expats for a taste of home (and free internet). Its not without coincidence that this hotel is literally down the street from the US Embassy. The view overlooks the ocean, unobstructed by the shanty huts below. At first I felt incredibly guilty for such indulgences when I am her in Africa to help support the poor, but 6 weeks is a long time and a little R and R is a necessary re-charge.
We spent the rest of the day at the Kendeja beach resort. This place is a little out of to
wn, but provides an excellent pool and clean beach free of feces and litter. The ocean curr
ent is incredibly strong, and many of people (locals and visitors alike) have been mercilessly swept out to sea. Next stop Antarctica.
Ok - back to work, playtime over.
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