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River Cess County back to Monrovia

River Cess County back to Monrovia. Usually a one day journey over terrible roads became a lot longer when the jeep started to play up on the last day of filming. Water was gushing from the engine. In an opportunistic fashion we went scavenging at every opportunity for spare parts. Continue reading “River Cess County back to Monrovia”

Dayak child Borneo

The village lies beside the river we have followed the entire day. Instead of the wide brown swathe of water we’d become accustomed to on the lower plateau, it is narrow and fast flowing, the clear water washing in cool bubbling pools against the sand and the flat rocks of the shore. I am immediately introduced to an Indonesian village past-time – a mandy, which basically means to bathe. After a long sweaty day in the back of the jeep we approach this smooth clear water with a certain amount enthusiasm. Equipped with torches (the light goes fast in the tropics), cigarettes, soap and sarongs we cross the narrow trackway that serves as the main street in the village, crash through the light undergrowth, followed by a gang of giggling children, to the the river.

The village lies beside the river we have followed the entire day. Instead of the wide brown swathe of water we’d become accustomed to on the lower plateau, it is narrow and fast flowing, the clear water washing in cool bubbling pools against the sand and the flat rocks of the shore. I am immediately introduced to an Indonesian village past-time – a mandy, which basically means to bathe. After a long sweaty day in the back of the jeep we approach this smooth clear water with a certain amount enthusiasm. Equipped with torches (the light goes fast in the tropics), cigarettes, soap and sarongs we cross the narrow trackway that serves as the main street in the village, crash through the light undergrowth, followed by a gang of giggling children, to the the river.

It really is a perfect place situated on a small bend where sand has collected to form a narrow little beach. The slow swirling passage of the river has cut a wide deep pool on either side is a congestion of rocks which create small turbulent patches of white water. Giant trees loom over this small space throwing rich shadows across the surface of the water. The children immediately jump amongst the rapids with much relish whilst we slowly wade out into the pool. The water is warm and gorgeous. Swimming on my back, I observe the great trees leaning across the water, the myriad details of branches and leaves diminishing and slowly blurring as the sky darkens to an intense imperial purple. The stars begin to emerge high above and the sounds of the forest become more distinct. We chatter excitedly to one another about the days ahead, the process of filming and capturing these peoples stories. We sit together, smoking cigarettes in the jungle stream, backs braced against the lazy current, the towering trees like dark mountains on either side. Nanang splashes to the bank lights a cigarette then wades back in. I can think of nothing but exultation, it is something immemorable. Darkness descends quickly and beneath the clear magnificence of the Milky Way with flashes of distant tropical lightning in the immense sky we slip back through the patch of jungle to the dim lights of the village.

Intercontinental Hotel Liberia

The view from the top of the battered old Intercontinental Hotel is well worth the haggle. One enters a process of gentle teasing remonstration with the soldeirs who guard the destered building. Bartering with the Nigerian peacekeepers who lounge around in the old lobby, their equipment spread about them as though they themselves are newly arrived guests awaiting the doormen to carry their gear in through the foyer, is a pleasant and slightly formal affair. Continue reading “Intercontinental Hotel Liberia”