The agenda today: more meetings. Life is much more interesting in the bush :)
Nevertheless, everything is going very well and we may even get the opportunity to do something fun tomorrow such as visit the beach.
Freetown is a strange place to be and it is difficult to capture its feeling in words. It is a drastically underdeveloped city. There are plenty of cars but the roads are either too few or too deteriorated to accommodate them causing terrible traffic. Grid electricity is not dependable and is working less often than not, which results in the reliance on generators. There are a handful of scattered restaurants and hotels that provide dependable service and an atmosphere that attracts the ex-pat population in Freetown. Lebanese people run most of these businesses and, since there are only a few, we see the same familiar ex-pat faces day after day. In that sense, Freetown feels a very small place, and one can remain entirely disconnected from the realities that the majority of the population lives in, which includes extreme poverty. At times I feel as if I’m in Freetown, but I’m not really in Freetown, instead merely looking at it through a car window. Yet, at the moment our purpose here is business, and I suppose that under different circumstances and given more time I could quickly feel as if I were in Freetown.