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Anticipated craziness as South Sudan moves towards the first year anniversary of its crisis forcing travel changes. Fortunately I could get flights! On the Way Home, a painting from a photo by Elke taken on the sand road that leads to UN House. Taxi, at speed, against an orange, dust filled sky. The multistory building, incomplete and open to the sky, a glimmer of

Red skies at first light, with the call of a coucal on my jog. An extra loop tagged onto my long route, to take me back past the pond where water lilies are flowering. Singing and drumming from the PoC. The background thump of a donkey generator. Very special. Even after another twenty hour day. At the traffics lights, which continue to cause traffic

The sounds of the call to prayer floating on the breeze. A bunch of missions from HQ in Juba Town, and my house looks like a refugee camp again, with the washing machine and bathroom coordination the biggest challenge. Good to have their energy and expertise available at this time of change. My body is shedding water as it tries to cool down after

Evening, still hot in Juba Town, after a sweltering day. Generators, gasping for breath in the heat, buckling under the additional aircon demands. And, summer isn't even here yet! The full moon, ducking out from behind clouds forming into thunderheads. Before they loose interest and whither into puffs of candy floss. The hill behind UN House, wreathed in smoke from a dozen fires,

Sky growling. Lightning in joyful abandon. Rain on the iron roof. Air flavored with freshness. Sheets in the wash as I managed to catch my finger on a staple that was sticking out of the mattress somewhere. The amount of blood disproportionate to the cut. Somehow, I need to settle my restless mind and sleep before another demanding day, where I have staff who

Head full of cold, my cough not the best remedy for painful ribs. I used Sariana's photo of a field of daisies for my painting, Garden Pixie. I noticed a shadow in the one part of the picture that reminded me of a pixie. All the meds? Solar powered traffic lights are being placed at the major intersections around Juba Town. Many of them

My ribs still a tad painful from where my elbow went into them on my fall, so no jogging Also too lazy! I do have Japanese magic pads to ease the discomfort. My running magazine has suggested a core-muscle workout as an alternative to shaking the ground. Sunday Papers, my painting of a man sitting in a sack of sorghum reading a news paper.

Oil on Canvas 40cmx50cm Weary after fighting with my painting. Not sure if it's because I didn't have a clear idea of where the painting was heading, or tried to do to many things with it. Perhaps it's simply an indication of too little sleep with my painful ribs, or the coming to the end of my time in South Sudan, and my mind