When
I found out I would be leaving Liberia within the week, my first thought was “how
am I going to get back to Pleebo to a) get my things and b) say goodbye to all
those who I love?” After talking to Becky, my boss who informed us of the
decision to leave Liberia, I came to the realization that I was probably not
going to be able to return back home to Maryland county. I was devastated by this news, and I walked
around not really knowing what to do with myself…
I
begged my boss to allow me to return back to Pleebo, arguing my case as
such: if I left Kakata Thursday morning
early, I could reach Pleebo by Friday night, turn around on Saturday, and be
back in Kakata on Sunday. She told me to
wait until 7 am the next morning before I made any decisions; this terrified
me. If I couldn’t return back to
Maryland County, I knew I wasn’t going to be able to have any real closure on
this situation.
Thankfully,
the next morning I found out that Sam and ZayZay, two Liberian staff members
who work so hard on behalf of all the Volunteers, argued my case and got me a
Peace Corps car and driver to carry me to the southeast. Brian (the volunteer in Zwedru) and I got in
the car with Alieu, our driver, that morning and headed out to the
southeast. We arrived in Zwedru, got something
to eat and dropped off Brian, and made it all the way to Fish Town before
stopping to sleep for the night – a trip of about 15 hours. In that time, we drove through a river that
went up to the windows on the LandCruiser, we drove through mud that went up to
the base of the car, and there were many times that I thought we would have
gotten stuck. Alieu, however, was an
amazing driver, and we made it safely.
The
next morning, we woke up, had breakfast, and headed to Pleebo, where we arrived
around 1:00 pm. There I spent my time
packing up and saying my goodbyes (see the next post), and the next morning we
headed back again. We left Pleebo around
9:00 am, picked up PCVs along the way, and spent the night in Ganta, where we
arrived at 10:00 pm. The next day,
Sunday, we arrived in Kakata around 11 am, where we unpacked and waited to be
shipped out.
On
the trip back to Kakata, we almost got stuck quite a few times due to the heavy
rain. Once we did get stuck, though, and
thanks to the truck drivers and Liberian men in one of the taxis, our car was
shoveled out of the mud, and we were sent on our way. The mud on one hill in particular is
especially tricky, and I was amazed we made it through on our way back to
Kakata.
I will be forever grateful to Sam and ZayZay for their advocating for a Peace
Corps car to carry us down to the southeast and back. Had I not been in that vehicle, I would have
never made it to Pleebo (or back to Kakata), and who knows when I would have
left Liberia. (Not like that would have
been a bad thing, but I don’t think Peace Corps policy would have approved,
haha.)
It
was a trip I will always remember, that’s for sure. Liberian hospitality, thankfully, made it
much better and easier to tolerate.
Again, just another reason why I love that country so much.
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Alieu, the best driver in Peace Corps Liberia! |
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A little mud never hurt, right? |
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Mitch is standing on what was the old road...it's a road no more |
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This truck got stuck; we were forced to go around it. |
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Our transport back to Kakata |
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This was where we got stuck. |