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January 2014
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Simon did the Innovation Challenge dinner, as Nick has left Juba on rotation. He was doing Thai green fish curry, but couldn't find fish, or green curry, or Thai anything. So did a spiced mince dish that had the potential to blow your head off. He took pity on me and had a bunch of hot stuff available for those who wanted extra

Juba 3 is busy at this time of the morning with construction equipment turning the area into flat cleared earth where IDPs can build shelters, and the perimeter earth embankments are raised to protect them from stray bullets. The area over the camp is shrouded in smoke and I have to modify my jogging route to keep as far from all this activity

Went out for my jog on a modified circuit that took me past where the new IDP camp is going to be built. The bush is burnt ready for the dozers in the morning. Amongst the black, a grey herron looking for braai end dinner. Certainly struggled! The dinner innovation tonight (pasta with sausage) was an advertisement for the UNOPS Project Management approach. They

All three programmes are working hard to either kick off/resume work where we can restart our development projects safely. Particularly those which have a strong Community Component to get as much money into those communities at this time of economic hardship. We have set up a temporary planning office in the conference room where we have been marking the map of South Sudan

We are doing our best to share the dinner duties around amongst the guys who are camping in the houses at Juba 3. Something that we may change in the next few days as we expect another three to be coming in which will make a cook necessary. However, for now, I think there is something of a Cooking Innovation War going on.

The sun didn't rise this morning over a cool Juba Town, hiding behind a veil of haze. The drive through to the office from Juba 3 a series of snapshots of how long the road back is for this troubled country. Empty streets this early soon after the lifting of the curfew, as people move out of Juba at night to hide in

In my studio in the vineyards, the painting of pincushions will wait until my next trip home to be completed. The paintings of commissions are wrapped and ready to head to their new homes in Washington DC and France. My suitcase has paint for Juba Town and whatever awaits in that troubled country. A New Year.

The rain in the vineyards dissipated early enough for us to enjoy the gardens at Babylonstoren. A tortoise wondering along the pathway bounded by the plessage of layered quince tree branches. The precision of the gardens, amazing, even if its hard to get excited about vegetables, herbs and fruit. Looking to see if the last remaining poppy seed heads contained any late seeds,