Stardate: 16-03-2011.
Time: 02:00
Mission: Returning to Liberia after being away for just over two years.
Current location: My living room, Hornstull, Stockholm, Sweden.
Reason for writing: Mostly because I can't sleep. (There's no point sleeping now so I may as well "pull an all-nighter")
Packing status: Almost ready. May have oversize baggage issues due to ever-enlarging list of things my wife has asked me to bring down.
I should point out that the reason for the abrupt end to my blog (below) was due to the fact that my contract came to an end and I moved back to Sweden. Most of those who read the blog (all five of you) know me and will know that anyway so writing it may seem a bit pointless. However, I am never one to shy away from attention to detail.
But now it's time to fire up the old blog again. It's time to move on and do something different. It's time for a change of scenery. It's time to go from one extreme to the other. It's time, my friends, for Liberia!
Of all the countries in all the world I never thought I'd end up, Liberia must be pretty high on the list (closely followed by Sweden). Of all the countries in all the world I never thought I'd end up twice, Liberia must be pretty high on the....oh, you get the picture. Life takes you on a mysterious journey sometimes. Sometimes that journey starts at Bromma Airport Stockholm at 6:30am and stops at Brussels and Accra before finally depositing you in the steamy heat of Monrovia.
For those of you I have not been in touch with here's brief summary of what's going on (and more importantly why): My wife Teresa got a job offer from the organisation Landmine Action (also known as Action on Armed Violence). She is starting up a pilot project for them in Liberia and I decided to take my chances and head on down there myself in the hope that my previous contacts and experience may also lead me to a job. Our plan is to be away at least until the end of 2011.
Much more than this I will not say at this time, mainly because I don't have much more to add and am also feeling nauseous after running up and down the stairs and stacking boxes in the loft. It also feels like I haven't slept properly for weeks, maybe even months. And I'm not about to start now.
My taxi will arrive to take me to the airport in just a few hours. I will write more when I arrive.
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3 comments:
haha, jag kommer garanterat att folja din blogg med lite action vindar in i ett hem i dar blojbyten, mosa banan och andlosa tvattberg fyller tillvaron!!! PS. Kanner igen det dar med att hamna pa ratt otippade platser som absolut inte ingar i places I must visit pa sin bucketlist?! Ar det for man har for dalig kompass eller bara planlost liv? hehe....Adam jag bor i en cowboystad mitt ute i bushen nara zimbabwe som narmaste grannland (2 timmar ifran gransen)som ligger i botten pa UNDP listan. Man brukade ju bo brevid Norge som ligger i topp. Tolkas som att man har dalig karma? iaf kram kram och krama wifey fran mej.
@Anna - Kul att höra från dig! Bor du nånstans i närheten av Musina kanske? MSF har ett projekt där som jag hade hand om Sidafinansieringen för. Visst var det otippat att du skulle hamna där. Jag tror till och med att vi pratade en gång om att det var kul att besöka "utvecklingsländer" men att man aldrig ville bo i ett sådant en längre tid. And here we are! Hoppas allt går bra för dig som mamma och att vi kankse kan ses nån gång (i fall vi besöker SA t.ex.). Ha det bra!
@Ben: Damn that sounds like a good idea. Dibs on the patent!
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