It was on our way back to Monrovia when we stopped for a second to take a few pictures of local farmers. Suddenly a few of that came to us and started to dance with piles of rice! Amazingly friendly people! The worst was that in the end some older lady asked us for a piece of soap, just because there was no place to buy it. Next time we managed to find same people, on that day they were collecting palm wine – and that was when I started to like it – and visited their village, if that place can be called a proper village, with lots of soap pieces. This time all the guys were shy 😉