Tag Archives: Monrovia
Qui sème le vent…
It doesn’t matter how carefully we pack, how tightly we seal things away: after a rainy season, it always seems to take a full week to get the truck ready for the road. Even though, thanks to Sean’s vacuum bags, … Continue reading
Courtesy of our Stranger Father
So, back to the warmth of Liberia once again; I am hoping it’s third time lucky and we’ll soon be driving, not flying, out. The main difference in the year or so that has passed since we left Liberia the … Continue reading
New Brooms
On my morning walk two days after the last blog was posted, I came upon a team of ten people cleaning the beach. Seven women with brooms made out of twigs were sweeping the sparse litter into piles, which were … Continue reading
Truckulence
I can’t tell you how happy I am. For the last 6 months, I have had an ache in my heart every time I thought of the Big Green Truck sat lonely in the corner of Sean’s apartment block compound … Continue reading
Minus Tide
I’ve been feeling all at sea recently. My head has been all over the place. Here are some fragments of some thoughts I’ve been wrestling with. * * * I miss the truck. * * * Since arriving in UK … Continue reading
From Monrovia With Love
Sampson’s Story (in his own words) There’s nothing quite like driving your family through 12 African countries to bring you together. We’ve been incredibly close for a whole year, literally: within 3 metres of each other at all times. We … Continue reading
Spitfire and Samphire
The celebrations continued for a couple of weeks. In my home town of Leamington Spa, the children made up for the last soggy month of convalescence in Côte d’Ivoire: balmy days spent meeting cousins for the first time, having picnics … Continue reading
Dolly’s Adventures in Wonderland
The rain was slashing down when we finally arrived in Monrovia on Thursday 17th July, a week after setting off from San Pédro. The journey was 1111 km but felt twice as long because of the grim section in the … Continue reading
Africa Clockwise 