The Longest Day

We started out early in the morning to pick up Beyan, the Director for Childcare Foundation, so he could take us to visit his rice farm. The rice grown on the farm provides food for the children at the orphanage, and October is rice harvesting season. Away we went in our taxi! After about 3 hours on a paved road filled with potholes, we turned onto a long dirt road. Little did I know we had another hour to go. At this point I started to question whether we should have come. The taxi we chartered for the day was not able to make the final leg of this journey as the road was badly eroded, so we walked the rest of the way to the village. I really thought we were almost there until we found out we still had a long walk ahead of us to the farm. All in all it took us about 5 hours to reach the rice farm but it was well worth the trip.
Andrew and I were greeted by a small group of hard-working farmers who gave us a tour and took time to teach us how to harvest rice. In addition, they cooked us a meal completely made from food on the farm. We had country rice (which was excellent), with a sauce made from red palm oil and palava sauce (a type of green leaf vegetable), and squirrel which they had trapped that morning. We ate out of a large community bowl, exactly what you would imagine when you think of Africa! Here we were in the middle of nowhere enjoying this exotic meal with a group of new-found friends. We followed the meal with a handful of freshly picked juicy oranges to give us that extra boost for the long trek home.
I honestly don't think I would have gone if I had known it would take the entire day - 10 hours of driving and over 2 hours of hiking in tempatures reaching almost 100 degrees with swamp-like humidity - but it was an invaluable experience. It reminded me how easy we have it, and just how hard-working the Liberian people are! On the trail back to the taxi I realized that each bag of rice harvested must be carried out on the same trail. Our friends must walk an hour on a muddy path carrying over 100 pounds of rice on their heads, only to return to the farm for another load. Then all that rice has to be transported several hours to the orphanage. That's commitment.







