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VOINJAMA The farthest I ever drove the motorcycle was on my trip to Voinjama.
I wasn't brave enough to take it all the way to Lofa County, but I
did park it in Gbarnga which really surprised the volunteers there.
Several of my closest Peace Corps friends lived in the farthest corners
of Lofa, and I was determined to see them all.
I traveled one day with Isaac,
a friendly van driver. He had me sit up front with him which
certainly helped endear him to me. I found it was always good
to ask a Liberian about his family when you ran out of things to say.
This guy was full of surprises. He had four wives and thirty-nine
children. I couldn't believe it! Especially since they
lived under one roof (except for a few kids that had married).
So, he took me to his house. I met three of the wives and saw thirty-nine
birth certificates. I took a partial family portrait.
When you visited an African home, there was usually
food involved. So, I shouldn't have been surprised when Isaac also fed me, but I
didn't think that was included in the fare for his van ride. There was a bean dish
with what tasted something like gizzards. I didn't like it, and when I learned it
was snails, I tried to tactfully not eat any more. Then, there was a second dish.
I didn't know what kind of meat was in it but then Isaac called it groundhog -- and
it was delicious.
In Lofa County you could see the
monkey bridges that were not found elsewhere in the country.
There was a really nice one just outside of the village of Vesula,
not far from Voinjama.
I really liked Liberian food (especially after my
West African vacation where I saw what people in other countries ate.) Voinjama was
famous for a very special beans dish served over rice. I ate it every time I
visited.
When I visited Lofa County the first
time, I brought a special souvenir with me back to Zwedru. Two
weeks after the trip, I came down with my first case of malaria.
Take one guess how long the incubation period for malaria is.
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