anticlimax – or not

After more or less three days of work, I’m finally done, and out from the GIS pops this: Pretty. The color like a caress to the eyes – but a poor substitute to the physical and emotional contact that I won’t be getting from my loved ones, because I’m always at work. But still. It’s done. I managed.Continue reading “anticlimax – or not”

the amazing plants of Sapo (March 26-27)

The rainforest is hot. And humid. After half an hour’s hike, everything you’re wearing is soaked through, from the inside and out. You drink a lot. It is easy to run out of water. But hey, no worries. In Sapo, they have the water liana. Cut off a piece, and water starts flowing out ofContinue reading “the amazing plants of Sapo (March 26-27)”

mushrooms of Sapo (March 26-27)

That I’m obsessed with photographing trees is no news – anything to do with trees, leaves, moss, bark, especially mossy bark. But what I’ve never really thought about is how fascinating mushrooms could be. I’ve been so caught up by the beauty of trees that I’ve completely forgotten to look for the wonders in otherContinue reading “mushrooms of Sapo (March 26-27)”

first day of hiking in Sapo National Park (March 26)

Our first day in Sapo started with us being invited to introduce ourselves to the village. First, the chief ranger welcomed us to the park and introduced us to the paramount chief and the men of the village. Meeting the paramount chief is a big deal in Liberia, he is the traditional leader and theContinue reading “first day of hiking in Sapo National Park (March 26)”

a brief introduction to Sapo National Park

Sapo is Liberia’s only National Park, established in 1983. The park is 1,804 km2 and situated in Sinoe County, in the central-eastern part of Liberia. It is the second largest area of tropical primary rainforest in West Africa, after Taï National Park, which is situated just across the border in Côte d’Ivoire. There are plans toContinue reading “a brief introduction to Sapo National Park”

the sun rising over Monrovia (March 25)

My plane from Casablanca arrived in Monrovia at five in the morning, just before the sun. I was picked up at the airport by mom and an embassy driver, the dawn slowly creeping up on us while we drove into the city. The view from mom’s third floor apartment: Dawn over Sinkor I barely hadContinue reading “the sun rising over Monrovia (March 25)”

in transit (March 24)

I was sitting in the plane, reading a book about the age after the big pandemic, the story of an orchestra and theatre company traveling between the sparse settlements on the North American continent preforming Shakespeare after a flu killed almost every human on Earth. Title: “Station Eleven”, a gift from Natalia, my pop culturalContinue reading “in transit (March 24)”