After 28 hours of travel we finally arrived in Monrovia late last night. The last leg of the trip was the longest – an unexpected layover in Freetown, Sierra Leone, a frenetic search for bags off the flight followed by a long, dusty drive into Monrovia to reach our hotel. Aside from required handwashing as we disembarked the plane, followed by a temperature check, everything about touching ground for our fourth visit here felt familiar.
I’ll be the first to admit I had some nerves about this return trip. The Ebola outbreak is over, but the horror of it is still fresh on people’s minds. And the exhausted, anxious part of me feared this visit would bring too much sadness. Or worse, that Ebola or something like it could appear during our short time here. Irrational, but so was Ebola. It challenged all the faith I had in the idea that after 14 years of war this country simply wouldn’t be dealt any more bad hands.
Fortunately, our first full day of shooting brought with it some really bright spots amid the sadness.
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