One year in Liberia

One year ago today I left Sally and the kids in the UK and flew to Liberia on my own to prepare for their arrival three weeks later. I felt very small and alone as I looked out of the aeroplane over the thick green Liberian forest. My ride from the airport was nearly two hours late collecting me, and as I stood waiting for him and fighting off beggars, the skies opened and I got soaking wet. Thus began the loneliest three weeks of my life, in the poorest country in the world. How things changed for the better when we were reunited as a family three weeks later! Olly