And I'm out ...

... for two weeks, give or take.

As part of my JHR contract, I'm granted three weeks of vacation time throughout my seven months. Thing is, I haven't yet touched mine, in part because of the anxiety I mentioned in the last post about missing the Special Court's RUF verdict.

And, to be honest, I think I need a vacation. Though I'm pretty confident I haven't allowed it to show outwardly, I've definitely found myself more easily frustrated in recent weeks when things at Kalleone don't always go smoothly.

So, dear readers, I'm afraid we must part ways for a brief but torrid love affair with other past-times. Hopefully, the comparative glut of content over the past week, and the knowledge that I'm out gathering more interesting tales to tell, will be enough to tide you over.

Through the magic of delayed posting, I'm actually already in Liberia. Pretty nifty, eh? Yesterday, after running a wildly successful workshop at Kalleone on concise script-writing (Go figure, eh? Not likely something many people would accuse me of being an expert in), I hopped a taxi to Kenema, in the south-east of Sierra Leone. Man, that was good times (I presume).

This morning, I made the rest of the trip to Monrovia, where I've met up with the Liberian JHR contingent and my friend Rebecca, the American student who was living with Bremen and Kevin in 19 Smartfarm's lower flat when I first arrived in SL.

From Monrovia, we have the skeleton of what I hope will be an exciting trip north through Liberia and into Guinea, meandering our way northwest to the capital, Conakry. From there, I'll head south (solo by this point) and return to lovely Freetown and the rest of my contract.

Am I stoked? Yeah, I'm stoked.