And so we were off...
Burt wasted no time in getting under-way. Soon, our high speed, heavily armored motorcade, was traveling away from Roberts International. Well, that is if you consider a broken 1986 Nissan Pathfinder a heavily armored vehicle. Soon, we swiftly covered terrain and flew past UN checkpoints. At this point, let us have no misunderstandings. If one believes that our vehicle warranted high-speed passes, please correct this assumption, I would hate for you to labor under the delusion that we are important enough to merit such treatment.
A mere hour and a half later, Burt pulled into our compound--which is state of the art. Now, one normally considers YMCA housing sub-standard--at least by western standards. May I suggest to you that YMCA-Liberia clearly knows how to get the job done. As you look on, our compound has large fortified concrete walls, razor wire, two security guards, wireless internet, a view of the beach (behind razor wire--naturally), each door is guarded by another steel door, barred windows, and a gecko named Andy. By all accounts, it is a fortress that screams, "Good Evening, Americans live in the compound, please harm them, they probably have money." I will sleep soundly at night, how about you?
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