Ceilidh

This evening we had a Ceilidh on the dock (a traditional Scottish Dance like a Barn Dance or Square Dance). Hundreds of the crew attended and we had a great time in the relative cool of the Liberian evening. During the dancing and in a rare moment of clarity I looked away from the floodlit dock and the dancing people, across the sunken ships and the damaged port towards the ruined and darkened city of Monrovia, and wandered what the Liberians must think of us. I guess they must be a bit puzzled that we have the energy and inclination to dance to strange Scottish music in the warm African evening. This was further reinforced on our way back into the ship, when we met two Ghanaian soldiers with guns who were guarding us, who I had not seen earlier – they looked a little puzzled too, but were enjoying the atmosphere. Olly