Above is a map of downtown Monrovia. The port where the ship lives is north of this layout.
The streets are thronging with people. Surprisingly walking as a foreigner in the streets and markets bring very little harassment. Mostly people are curious to stop and say hi and ask you a few questions. They are extremely friendly.
Heading down to Water Street is always a busy market area. It is a great place to buy fabric, flip flops, soap, and to get your hair braided.
Large festering puddles that smell like sewage. At times the puddles are so big that you have to balance your way over strategically placed rocks through the middle of them. I can't imagine losing my balance, particularly in flip flops.
To the left is a UN tower guarding the broken bridge and anyone from going on it. I am not sure how the wheelchairs function as part of the barbed wire barrier.
A view of the broken bridge from the water.
One of many vacant and desolate buildings in the city core. It gives an idea of how opulent a country it was in West Africa before the war.
One of the inlets.
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