Alastair’s family has done remarkably well in Sierra Leone thus far. We left London in the wee hours of Wednesday morning and, after a stop in Paris, arrived in Freetown. Not the boat crossing at night, the bumpy crowded roads, nor the unforgiving humidity seemed to damper their excitement.
The next day we spent at the beach, which, with its warm empty waters, is my favorite place.
In the evening Alastair’s boss, who also happened to be in Freetown, treated us all to a very nice dinner.
Yesterday we made our way up to camp and although the road has deteriorated further the whole family took the journey in stride.
Today everyone was eager to get better acquainted with camp and the surroundings. We took a tour of the local village and met with the chief. The local people were overjoyed to meet “Alesta’s Mama, Papa, and Sistah.”
The children accosted Ruth.