Jog around my Juba 3 route, my legs feeling the two week holiday. Decided to take the rehab of my Achilles slowly, as that may be brighter than going crazy and damaging it again. Even with the different shoes its tender, to say nothing of my bum that still seems to be feeling the effects of the shower fall. Steve has given me a foam roller to use for stretching.
A night of flurried messages following the decision by the President to dismiss his longtime vice president, along with all the ministers and deputy ministers in his cabinet. He also suspended the Secretary-General of the ruling party and 17 brigadier generals. No one too sure of the impact of the various factions within the military. For now its quiet in Juba Town.
Did sort the mozzie net and the master lock on the escape window of the house. Two security issues that may both be life saving.
With movement restrictions, Steve and I are the only people in the tukal. If you don’t count the staff sitting around nattering at full volume. The birds are enjoying the cool breeze, as am I. Milky cappuccino and slow signs of breakfast getting going.
Street side restaurant structures in wood and tin sheeting have sprung up on the road that enters the Juba 3 compound. Mostly the chapatti and egg roll type things from what I can see, however we were able to get an omelet at the tukal
Nothing simple in South Sudan. We have been requested to purchase vehicles for the Ministry of Finance. Nothing fancy, Land cruiser single cab Pickups. The question being that these vehicles can be turned into military technical units (The trucks you see riding about with anti-aircraft and rockets on the back of them). What then of those vehicles we already have in our fleet? What guidelines do we use in the handover to the Government at the end of a project if they can be turned to Military use which is against all UN rules & Humanitarian principles. Perhaps only closed top vehicles should be allowed, which don’t have a strong enough floor pan to support military equipment?
Morning storm over Juba Town, after my early hours wake up. Getting to the office a chore as the streets around the prison have been blocked off. Side streets an off road lottery negotiating the pools of water of unfathomable depth, and content, between bits of road.
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August 30, 2013