The house is hot after being closed up for the month. I have made the bed with clean linen (still need another flat sheet and pillow case), kicked my toe on the corner of the cupboard (no blood) and unpacked. I haven’t managed to get the Internet to work which is a bother.
Alarm to wake me into the day. A bit rude after the late holiday mornings.
The roads in Juba Town are quiet as the traffic police are having a blitz on boda-boda (motorbikes) and taxi drivers. Fresh food, veggies in short supply, and prices are more crazy than usual, with the road to Uganda still underwater after the heavy rains of the past month. Fortunately, wine is still available.
I stared at my running shoes for a long while, before deciding to head out the door for my jog. A sky filled with storm clouds at sunset. The odd flash of lightning for that nonchalant, creators touch. Take that Michelangelo!
I pretended that the sweat pouring off me was from extreme exertion in the humid afternoon, rather than the effect of weeks of holiday drinking wine and eating nougat. And that I should concentrate on form and style rather than reckless speed would make it appear effortless. Didn’t work.
Back from my opening, closing, handshaking, workshop duties. Good to be able to do it next to the Nile River, which is full with the promise of more rain to come.
The flooding across the country may be giving us a hard time in implementing our projects, but for many in South Sudan, the fish that the flooding brings is a major source of food.