Idyllic views as I sit here tapping from my balcony - well of the sunset silhouetting a palm tree anyway. Apart from that its pretty ugly looking out on a dirt street in central Monrovia, with grinding poverty all around. We are surrounded by razor wire, a wall and guards while the house next to us is a shattered building destroyed by the war - and yet even in that shell on every floor there are families living in squalor.
And what have I been complaining about all day? our air conditioning is broken and we’re all sweating like pigs. it shows even here we rich types still struggle to get a sense of perspective sometimes.