Drink, eat and sleep

I stepped through the gate of my overpriced hotel to find five men drinking beer in the shade of a streetside shack. It was 8 a.m. I was the first to have breakfast that morning, and when I leaned over the bar to order coffee, I surprised a waiter taking a swig of Heineken. It was 7 a.m. "All that works here is drink, eat and sleep," the driver remarked later that day. Seems to me they are lucky to have women doing the laundry for them. But seriously, Monrovia's poverty still gets to me.