Monrovia in a word: unfrequented.
Chance of Hooking up: 5 / 5
Quality of Girls: 2.5 / 5
Nightlife: 3 / 5
Smoking tolerance level: 3 / 5
Beer: $3 for a small beer in clubs.
Bed: $100 for a private room. ($35 for a shitty brothel on front street, not recommended)
Bud: $? Can’t be much
Board: $7 for a standard meal.
Budget other: You need moto taxis to explore the nightlife. Club entry is around $15, free before mid night.
Liberia has a GDP per capita lower than Somalia, but it is one of the most expensive cities in West Africa to visit. It’s also considered quite dangerous. Electricity is scarce. Running water is non-existent. Recently a war zone, this place is seriously off the beaten track. Many of the building are bullet ridden shells. As such, tourists in Monrovia are unheard of. But hey – it’s good fun! Unlike most African cities, it is well laid out and thus not so hectic. Liberians can prove quite hospitable and the women may be the most accommodating on the planet!
If you haven’t already, I’d strongly recommend you read my article Sex in Africa 101 before continuing.
Liberian girls are not like any other Africans. The have extra attitude, spunk and they love to fuck (they also have cute semi-American accents and are known for their big booties). I’d give them a higher rating but unfortunately, the best looking Liberian girls are usually found outside the country in Sierra Leone, Ghana, and other countries where they can earn better money as prostitutes: a sad fact of war.
Monrovia might just be the easiest place in the world to get laid. Threesomes are common. If you ask a girl to bring her friend along, she will. Sounds like a dream, right? However, while local girls are likely to pounce on you in nightclubs, some carry knifes. Do not bring girls back to your place. This is the 5th poorest country in the world and you’d be surprised what people are willing to do to get their hands on a little cash. Get a rent by the hour room on front street if you must, or if they have a place, go back to theirs. Be wary of the “pay $10 for my transport” scam. Precautions aside, you can have a blast here. Just read my experience below. If you want to get a local girl, it’s simple: go on the weekend, read my last nightlife recommendation below, and then just show up. That’s it… but state your nor a customer.
If you’re looking for something a little less dangerous, there are two other types you can for.
The first are the ‘Congos’: the rich decedents from freed American Slaves. (Indecently, they enslaved the locals when they first arrived). They Congos hang out in the classier little bars in central Monrovia, near the U.S embassy. Mainly in the diplomatic area of Sinkor.
And final group are is expats and the staff at the casino at Ocean view hotel (near Mamba point). Here you can find some semi-decent Eastern Europeans (mostly Romanian) and the odd Asian.
Outside the weekends and Wednesdays (ladies night), don’t expect much. Sunday, the Casino is the only place open, but other nights you can find some sort of fun.
This is the place where all the expats and NGOs will warn you about. “It’s dangerous,” we were told. So naturally, we had to check it out. It’s a decent sized bar. Strictly locals. Not for the light-hearted. It’s in the city center, it’s cheap, and its consistently busy – unlike most places.
It’s a little far away, but this Lebanese-owned nightclub in the best thing about Monrovia. People of all shades and stripes flock to this place on the weekend. It can get crazy. There are tons of single ladies willing to jump your bones. Get there before mid-night if you want to avoid paying $15 in. It doesn’t get busy until 2. This place rox!
Embassy is another nearby venue. It’s a little more rave-ish and a little less hip-hip (like Deja Vu) f that’s more your scene.
My Monrovia Experience
Apart from the ladies, Monrovia’s a pretty boring city. We originally stayed in a seedy brothel but couldn’t hack it and moved into a decent hotel. We were also travelling with a pet chicken, named Captain ‘Francais’ Cluck. It was all kind of nuts.
Our first night sieging Monrovia we went to Deja Vu. I never refused so much sex in my life. Women were fighting over us. I even refused two threesomes (no shit). The reason? They didn’t have their own place. In the end, I choose to go home with a with a skinny chick with white/green/red/blue hair. She had a house. The next day, a different girl called to my hotel. She was dressed as if she was starring in a porno, with a cracking body and massive DDs popping out of her dress. She told me she saw me at the club and found out where I live. She told me she wanted to fuck me the night before but there was too much girls trying to talk to me. Within 10 minutes of meeting her we were in a private room. I couldn’t get her lips off my dick. After screwing her brains out she even offered to give me a massage. Class!
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