Sunday, August 05, 2007
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
Sliding Liberia Trailer
Monday, June 11, 2007
Surfing Poopy Point, Monrovia
Keith Chapman and his bodyboard are locked in on this one.
Friday, February 16, 2007
Surfing Robertsport, Liberia - Perfect Waves
Monday, February 12, 2007
Surfing Robertsport, Liberia - A Liberian Out in Front of This One
Surfing Robertsport, Liberia - Broken Boards & Broken Dreams
'Loco' as they call it, a point break with a rocky bottom where the surf is always twice as big as anywhere else in Robertsport, was definately working! What I have discovered is that Liberian kids now have four surfboards which they share amongst maybe ten of them, or whoever is brave enough to venture into the water. I don't think these kids realize what they have on their hands with living in Robertsport and being able to see the surf day in/day out, seeing the best of the best and the worst of the worst days that it has to offer. Alfred, a young kid who has been surfing for approximately two years now has developed some decent skills in such a short period of time. I would expect that from anyone who has the opportunity to surf Robertsport day-in/day-out without fighting anybody for waves - every surfer's dream.
Anyways, enjoy the pictures.
Tuesday, January 16, 2007
Surfing in Robertsport, Liberia: Sweet Liberia with Dan Malloy
I think this slideshow really shows the potential that Robertsport specifically has for tourism in Liberia. The natural beauty and perfect waves that Robertsport has to offer is unbelievable. Its only a matter of time people, only a matter of time!
Thursday, January 04, 2007
New Years in Liberia with The Legend - Julius B. Sundifu
After a couple weeks of deliberation as to what we would end up doing over our extended Christmas break in
We initially tossed around ideas of a multi-day adventure trip down to
On Friday, December 29th, I set out for Robertsport with Nick, a Canadian carpenter from Equip
As we pulled into Robertsport I immediately started looking for any dramatic change I could find in the seven months I had been absent from
1. There was a noticeable UN presence at the entrance to Robertsport – something that I ended up finding out was primarily in place for the New Years festivities they were anticipating. Being in Robertsport for New Years 2005 I didn’t think anything got too out of hand but I guess they had some insider information that told differently. I wasn’t complaining. Heightened security could only help if anything did happen to get out of hand. The added security force ended up being a great source of geographical information on accessible beaches in and around the Robertsport area.
2. The other noticeable difference was a small sign cut out of a log, reading ‘Robertsport’ painted on the front, was missing half of its face. It was a good thing I had been there before and knew where I was because some newcomers may think they have just arrived in ‘ertsport’.
I had noticed on the trip up that I had forgotten to buy gasoline to run my MSR stove and if we were expecting to cook ourselves some hot food we had to find someone in this small village who sold gasoline. It turned out that there is only one place that sells gasoline and it took us a couple of inquiries of local marketers to find where this place was. It ended up being in a small shed behind one of the stores in the market, A terrible location if you are in the business of selling a product. I suppose if you’ve got a monopoly on a certain product people will go to great lengths, speaking of distance and price, to acquire what they need. Most of the market vendors were selling ‘small small’ items such as vegetables, fruit, and small ‘knick-knacks’ such as batteries and cell phone accessories. As I maneuvered around small children a dusty figure caught my eye. “Workings of a legend…,” I thought to myself as I approached this scrawny old figure. This was one of those characters that you just had to know more about.
He wore this matching outfit that you could have found in
I asked him, “Pape, you will play a song for me?” He smiled a left-cheek smile and began to play. His guitar was tuned in an ‘open-something’ chord and, because of its brittleness, was fairly limited to where on the neck he could play. He was very limited to the first to third frets due to the gap between the fretboard and strings growing to over an inch as you moved up the neck. The nut was completely far past ‘well-worn’ and the strings dug well into the first fret. Honestly, I don’t know how this guitar made a sound, but he knew its limitations and he worked well within them and made it sound surprisingly well. During the war, while others were fleeing their villages with a cup of rice, Mr. Sundifu carried his guitar wherever he went. I asked him about the nails so intimately fastening the fretboard to the neck. He described how, ‘in the bush’, the guitar had no protection from the rain and the consequence was an exaggeratedly warped neck and detached fretboard. Using the materials he could get his hands on he made it work.
In a very Sierra Leonian, ‘palm wine’, sounding song, he sang impromptu of how I wanted him to sing a song - pure genius at work.
We made our way down to Cassava Beach where we found we were the only campers thus far, a bonus that wouldn’t last for long. After convincing the ‘owners’ of the place that we weren’t the same people who didn’t pay them last time we proceeded to pick out our favorite spot to pitch out tent, directly under the giant almond tree overlooking a point break that when its working I would argue is some of the nicest waves in the world. This weekend, it wasn’t working. The only new physical developments at
Mid-morning on Saturday, while the fishermen were bringing their boats ashore, Nick began to barter with the fishermen for a fish that realistically could have fed up to 20 people. How the fish got to shore was quite the sight as well. Dialogue went back and forth between a Liberian on shore and the fishermen in the boat, something equivalent to “whi man wan your fi-oh!” This Liberian fisherman who was holding up this 25+lbs fish in his canoe immediately jumped overboard!
Fish in one arm he swam to shore. It took him at least five minutes to swim that 100 feet to solid ground. One can’t swim very fast with only one arm, add to that a 25-30lbs fish in your other hand. Once on the beach the negotiations began. After walking away a couple times Nick ended up buying this fish for the equivalent of about $6.50USD. The same fish in
With Marcel and his AG-100 came an extended search for Mr. Sundifu. I suppose he couldn’t resist our stories of this legend so him and Nick went into Robertsport and started asking random people if they knew this man. Eventually someone knew who they were looking for and led them to the man’s house. They wanted to see if we could get Mr. Sundifu to play a private show for us on New Years Eve. As the story goes, Mr. Sundifu was surprised that they came to his house. He said that he was planning to come down to the beach anyhow. Wow, what a treat! New Years Day he ended up coming a few hours early, 2pm to be exact, and sat on the beach for the better part of four hours while we were off surfing and just relaxing. We invited him to eat dinner with us and when the food had half-settled in our stomachs we sat in a circle on the beach and listened for the better part of an hour and a half to his palm wine melodies of how his wife was cheating on him and the injustice of how a ‘Coca-Cola wata’ costs $25LD in Robertsport and only $20LD in Monrovia. I wanted to pipe in about the economic argument of transportation costs but I thought that could wait for another day. This was an experience that I didn’t want to ruin. I remember sitting there, running my bare feet through the sand, thinking that I really needed a pencil and paper to write down some of these lyrics that I was hearing, but I didn’t move. In between songs we would probe him with questions about the war, his past employment, and his family and he would go into three-minute monologue answers before piping into his next tune. Part way through we offered him one of our nicer, newer guitars to play but he couldn’t play it. He knew what he could play and he was good at what he knew. Why spoil a good thing?
As I drove him back into town at 11pm on New Years Eve I promised him that I would get a hold of a new pair of strings for his guitar. I know where he works and I know how to find him so next time we’re up in Robertsport I will go out of my way to make sure I track down Julius B. Sundifu at least just to say ‘hello’. As he got out of our Toyota Land Cruiser I hopped down from my driver seat and met him at the back of the vehicle. Shaking his hand in thanks I slipped $5USD into his hand and wished him a Happy New Year.
He smiled a left-cheek smile, turned, and walked away.