Our apartment complex is falling into the ocean


We will try almost any new restaurant that opens up as long as it's not Liberian food. This restaurant was for Turkish food. This is the owner and the chef. He does not speak english.


 We ordered the pita mix for $14. Part of it was cheese, part egg, part lamb and part beef. It was delicious.


On the way home from church today a member took us to a refuge home. They take in abandoned children, children who parents cannot support them and some mentally handicapped adults. They have about 20 children and 10 adults. This is where they sleep. The floor is dirt. They spread out those foam mattresses to cover the entire floor and then sleep on them. They have no bathroom or running water. Sad sad sad.


Here's a close-up of one of the sleeping spaces. The problem with this whole organization is that they have no funding. They rely on donations for food. Donations in Liberia are pretty modest.


Here is the couple that run all this. They manage all 30 people that stay here with no other help. They cook four big pans of rice each day and when it's done that's all everybody eats.

They asked us for donations for food. I don't think we can help them. All of our food projects involve teaching people how to sustainably produce food, not just handing out money for food.  The only time we do hand out money for food is in natural disasters or Refugee crises.

I wish we could help them. Maybe we'll run across some organization or someone who is willing to give them some money for food. A little goes a long way when you're only buying bags of rice.

Our apartment complex is starting to fall into the ocean. Fortunately we're in the section that's much newer and about 200 ft from the water. There is someone living in that end apartment. They'll be surprised when they come back from vacation.

We have way more social interactions on this mission than our last one. We went out to dinner with three other couples that are also senior missionaries. Afterwards we played some card games in our apartment.

I got sick this week. The trouble with getting sick in Africa is when you're coming down with it you think it's going to be something terrible like malaria or Dengue fever. It ended up just being the flu that lasted about 36 hours. I'm fine now.



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