Arrival in Monrovia

I had requested aisle seats, but a friend who has traveled to West Africa several times told me to get a window seat from Brussels to Monrovia. It was a clear day, and the landscape over Northern and West Africa is very beautiful. Liberia is 5 degrees north of the equator in Sub-Saharan Africa, and the coastline of the South Atlantic Ocean is beautiful. Jungle, bush, beach, and ocean meet and coexist. Beautiful! Truly beautiful.
The plane taxied to a small white building, and stairs were brought to the door. Rick's must be nearby. Before the war, Pan Am brought tourists here daily, and tourism was an important part of the economy. As planned, Allen met me and moved me through immigration with a nod--then directed me to baggage claim. Mine were the last bags on the belt. Who could blame them, I didn't like lifting them either. Outside Jowo Gilbert and her driver John met me. She is a gracious ambassador for Cuttington University, and she telephoned the university president to see if we should make the four hour trip since the plane had arrived early and there was still daylight. He advised against coming before morning and I was taken to The Episcopal Guest House as was planned. I had dinner with Michael the manager at an Internet restaurant. His club sandwich with mayonnaise sure looked good--but I followed his advice and ordered red snapper and rice.
Today I went to a supermarket to get what I need for my new house. I've not a clue, but I settle for a few familiar items and I'm on my way to Suakoko.