Freetown

After being snowed-in in London, hanging out at pubs, drinking beer, visiting the sights, and drinking more beer, I am now in Freetown. But as all good adventures begin, you have to have an interesting start to the tale, and Freetown, Sierra Leone is no different. But instead of me telling the story I will let a professional tell it: Hard Landing in Freetown: Seat Belts Not Mandatory

Next up, the hotel. After staying in the Park Lane Sheraton, central London on Piccadilly, in an executive room I was, umm, spoiled. I knew the Freetown hotel would be different but I wasn't expecting a thin sheet covering a plastic wrapped hard mattress sitting on a bed three inches off the floor. But after the flight and a few beers I was tired and the bed began to look good. Thanks to the few beers I wake up in the middle of the night. I proceed to stub my toe on a 2 inch high piece of wood blocking off my entire bathroom door. I curse at the wood trying to figure out why it is there. I devise a plan involving either a crowbar or a blow torch and a monkey, every good plan has a monkey. Then this morning when my shower floods my bathroom and the wood keeps the water from going into the rest of my room I begin to understand why and decide to nix the plan, except for the monkey. Welcome to West Africa.