(Special note... I originally began and completed this blog entry on August 26th. After several hours of work I 'published' and my internet browser immediately crashed and I lost everything. I cried a little and then started over. I only got half way before it was time to run off to some engagement. Anyway, I forgot all about it until today. So here I am, finishing what I started nearly a month ago.)
I have no deep thoughts to share today. But I do have pictures. Here are a few more photos from my journey.
In my first photo-blog, I included pictures of the house where Holly and I lived for our short stay in Juba. This is the front porch of that home. You can see the guard-shack on the right side of the picture. The window seen to the right of the porch is the bedroom where Holly slept. My room is left of the porch and the last window on the left is another bedroom. That one belongs to the home owner, Jessica, who was on vacation.
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| front of house - Juba, SS |
There were 3 more bedrooms on the back side of the home. One of those bedrooms belongs to Al. He was also away on holiday.
These are Al and Jessica's vehicles. Also seen... another window to
Jessica's room, a storage shed, and the source of running water to the
home. Those big tanks hold the water that is used for showering, toilet
flushing, and hand/dish washing.
The water is brought up from the Nile
in big trucks and pumped into the tanks. After being used, the water
empties into a septic tank in the back yard. Eventually another truck
comes and pumps out the septic and takes the water back to the Nile. If
there is any sort of filtering or cleaning in between these processes, I
would be very surprised.
FYI, there is a well on this property. It is
directly behind where I am standing in this picture. They hope to have
that hooked up to the plumbing someday. It would certainly be much
cleaner. And they could filter the water and drink it instead of buying
bottled water all the time.
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| side of house - Juba, SS |
During my investigation of the property, I was shocked to discover this Shrike (and several others) in a tree in the
backyard. Shrikes are familiar and so this little one made me feel at
home.
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| young shrike - Juba, SS |
Here is my room. The bed was not comfortable. It was hot and stuffy unless the power was on and the fan was running (as it was most evenings from 7pm until 11pm). But it had mosquito netting on the bed and it was my personal space in a strange place; so I was extremely thankful for it.
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| my room - Juba, SS |
It was clean and - after I added a sheet to cover the window - it was private. What more does one need?
Because of the difficulties with electricity (and the added frustration of no gas for the oven) Holly and I had to venture out into the streets of Juba to find our meals. We ate one lunch at the IAS Office and we had a dinner at a restaurant. The rest of our meals were purchased at street vendors or corner markets.
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| Nice part of town - Juba, SS |
This was our favorite food stall and we visited it more than once during our 4 days in Juba. She sells chicken and chips and some sort of potato stew. The chicken is already cooked (deep fried) and then stored in the glass fronted box. The chicken is not store-bought. She probably raises her own and butchers them herself each morning.
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| Chicken & Chips - Juba, SS |
When we arrived at her cart we would tell her what part of the chicken we preferred and she would throw it back into the fryer to reheat. She would also cook the potatoes at that time. They were as fresh as the chicken. After she boxed it all up we paid about $4 total for both meals. It definitely took longer than ordering fast food, but it cost less and tasted a million times better. Honestly, it was the best chicken I've ever had. Apparently it really does taste better fresh. Also, no genetic tampering or growth hormones.
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| delicious dinner - Juba, SS |
The vegetables were deliciously fresh and perfectly ripe. I even ate some of the onion and I don't like raw onion. That's how good it was. I did not eat the spaghetti. That is added to make the meal seem "fancy". Greasy noodles are not yummy, but greasy chicken is scrumptious.
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| samosa - Juba, SS |
I also tried my first samosa. This one was filled with beans and I thoroughly enjoyed it.
Holly and I arrived in Juba in the late afternoon on Thursday, 27 June. And we left Monday morning, 1 July. Our flight to Aweil was pleasant. The plane was the smallest I have ever flown on and it was very loud. But the pilot seemed to know what he was doing and we landed (relatively) smoothly on the dirt runway in Aweil. That is when I encountered the strangest airport I have ever seen. Actually, I think it is more appropriate to call it an airfield - it's certainly more descriptive.
I know this sort of thing is normal in much of the world, but it was my first "bush" experience. Of course, this is downright fancy compared to the runway at the clinic in Nyinbuli. I'll have to ask Holly to send a picture of it because I forgot to take one. It was not an impressive sight.
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| Aweil Airfield - Northern Bahr el Ghazal State, SS |
The open-fronted tukul is the check-in/baggage retrieval/waiting area. And the W.F.P. tent is where the security check is done before boarding. There is another open-fronted tukul to the right of the tent (a second waiting area) and right of that is the office - a small, enclosed tukul with 2 desks inside. The outhouse (another grass tukul) is about 50 yards behind and beyond the W.F.P. tent. I had the displeasure of using it twice before our car arrived. Thank you, Jesus, Holly had toilet paper in her bag!
The structures under the trees to the left are food stalls. There were more than I would have thought necessary for that tiny airport. The motorcycle is parked in what might be thought of as a parking lot, but I got the impression you could park wherever you wanted. The log that can be seen in the picture is actually a bench. There were two. Holly and I were sitting on the other one as I took this picture.
Just past the office, on the right, I noticed this home and decided to take a picture. It amused me that people were living and growing crops right there at the airfield.
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| tukuls and crops at Aweil Airfield |
I believe the crop is sorghum, something I saw everywhere and still can't identify. It is one of the staple foods for the region. I ate quite a lot of it, most often in the form of a stiff porridge called Acita. I'm not sure of the spelling. It was pronounced uh-see-ta and is similar to ugali, which I also ate. I preferred the ugali, but I was alone in that opinion. I did like the mandazi that was made with the sorghum. Actually, I just really like mandazi and it doesn't matter what you make it with. Okay, moving on...
So, I took the above pictures and then I turned around and took this one. This is the airstrip as seen from the parking area in front of the office. Okay, actually the airstrip is the orange road at the horizon of this picture. The rest of the cleared (grass-free) area seems to be used for parking. If you look closely you can also see the road to Aweil heading off to the left.
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| Aweil Airfield, the runway - Northern Bahr el Ghazal State, SS |
Holly and I landed in Aweil at around 10:30am. Unfortunately, IAS Nyinbuli thought we were coming in the afternoon. We waited on our bench under the tree for about 3 hours. We made the best of it. Holly had Despicable Me in her iPod Touch and we watched that until the battery gave out. We ate some food we had packed for the trip; hard boiled eggs, crackers, and dried fruit. And we watched the people; especially the children.
Meanwhile, the manager of the airfield watched out for us and checked on us several times. He was very concerned that we hadn't been picked up yet. When the place closed down and everyone left he was nearly beside himself with worry. But we had contacted the Juba office and they had contacted Nyinbuli so we knew someone was coming.
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| Tired people - Aweil airfield, SS |
Still, we were extremely relieved to see the truck when it came down the road. Brian - a missionary pastor from Kenya serving in Nyinbuli along with his wife (Deborah, clinical officer) and son (Daniel, two year old) - and Bulis - a native, employed by IAS as driver - were extremely apologetic. We piled into the Land Cruiser and headed into Aweil proper for some shopping and lunch. Oh, and to pick up Emmanuel, another Kenyan missionary (clinical officer / nurse) who had been attending a meeting.
The Aweil market was crowded and colorful. Holly and I wandered a bit in the narrow aisles, but we attracted too much attention and the crowds became overwhelming so we made our way back to the truck.
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| Overwhelmed person |
Weather-wise, Aweil was cooler than Juba had been. I'm certain this was partly because structures and people weren't quite so pressed in on each other. There was also a breeze. Still, this was rainy season so it was humid and muddy and sticky. Honestly, at this point I was feeling hungry, tired, and uncomfortable. I really just wanted to move on and find a bed to sleep in. But the shopping needed to be done if we were to have anything to eat in the coming weeks. With God's help I remained cheerful and open to the experience.
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| Person who feels right at home |
As far as I could tell, Holly was not having any problem being cheerful. She was ecstatic to be so close to her new home and she was pleased to be sharing all this stuff with me. Holly helped me to get through this exhausting day. She let me be quiet and distant when I was feeling particularly overwhelmed. She talked about and explained things without my having to ask. She went out of her way to help me see what was beautiful and precious about the place and the people.
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| Walking in the market - Aweil, SS |
Speaking of beautiful and precious... The woman pictured below called out to me from her little store and motioned me over. She was all smiles and very chatty, but I couldn't understand a word she was saying. Brian came over and told me that she had seen my camera and wanted me to take her picture. It seemed odd to me, but I obliged and then showed this picture to her. She laughed and smiled and I decided that I was very glad I had taken it. It turns out that, unlike Americans, the South Sudanese like to have their pictures taken by strangers.
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| friendly people - Aweil, SS |
I'm not sure how long we spent driving up and down the lanes and shopping in the Aweil market, but it felt like an eternity. Finally we were done (maybe 2pm) and we decided it was time to have some lunch. I was amused by some of the names of the 'fancy' restaurants. I think they are trying to appeal to western travelers and foreign aid workers.
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| "fancy" restaurant - Aweil, SS |
We ate a late lunch at the BBC Restaurant (I'm pretty sure there is no affiliation with the BBC). Anyway, we parked across the street and then walked over to the hand-washing station to the right of the building. It was a large, raised trough with several spigots and little bars of bright blue soap. I washed my hands when it was my turn and was also introduced to a new normal.
In SS (like in America), people wash their hands before and after meals, but they also wash their mouths and do a lot of spitting. Eew. Spitting is very common, so is nose picking, same-sex hand holding, and into-hand nose blowing (no tissues available). Not so common... hugging, public farting, crying, kleenex using, shirt wearing, etc.
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| another "fancy' restaurant - Aweil, SS |
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In the above photo, you can actually see our table. We were served a thick lentil soup, flatbread, and bottles of almost cold Pepsi - no utensils. We said a blessing and then began eating. I was told that all food handling must be done with the right hand. Umm, how do you tear flat bread with one hand only? I couldn't figure that out, so I was a dirty American and used both. I did try to be sneaky about it. The meal was a bit more bland than I was expecting, but still pretty tasty.
While Holly, Brian, and I ate lunch; Bulis stayed with the car to ward off thieves. After our meal; we retrieved Emmanuel from his meeting and then took him and Bulis some place for a bite while we waited in the SUV. Afterwards we were finally ready to leave Aweil and head to Nyinbuli. This is when I discovered why we had left the thing running all day.
Oh, did I not mention that whenever we stopped the car was left on? Guess what? Bad starter. Yes, as you may have surmised, the car picked this moment to die. Yay, I got to help push-start a Land Cruiser on a muddy street whilst wearing a full skirt. Yes, I tripped on the edge of my skirt and nearly fell in the muck, but we did get the car started. And that is when the real test began.
I know I have mentioned (many times) the amazingly awful roads in South Sudan. That is only because they are totally awful. The worst roads I have ever encountered in my admittedly very limited experience. For the next 3 and a half hours we bounced along 80 miles of one of those roads. I actually took video of the road on my way back to Aweil.
As you can see on my return trip it had been a rainy morning, but on my way from Aweil to Nyinbuli we were heading directly west into the glorious afternoon sun. We stopped one time for a side-of-the-road pee break. My bladder may have appreciated the release, but there was no way I was going to empty it there. Way too much audience and not enough cover. But it was a relief to stop bouncing for a few minutes. Of course, the car died again, but we managed to push-start despite the ubiquitous, canyon-esque potholes.
We continued our westward journey and I managed to do what should have been impossible. I actually fell asleep. Or at least dozed. At a certain point we got to the newest portion of the road and it leveled off. What a relief. By the way, I should have mentioned, when we weren't slowing down for enormous holes in the road, we were stopping for herds of cattle or sheep or goats. And for those who think it may be fun to just ram the animals... do you enjoy being shot? Actually, I don't know if anyone would shoot you, but the traditional economy is based on livestock and killing an animal that didn't belong to you would probably be a very serious offense.
Okay, I should stop speculating on things I don't really understand. Where did I leave off my story? Oh yeah, the road finally leveled off, I dozed, and then..... We arrived. We drove and drove and drove and drove and then were suddenly just there. The road is very nearly a straight line from Aweil to Nyinbuli (and on) so it was somehow shocking to be turning off into the bush. And then I was shocked again when in about a quarter mile we were passing the clinic I had seen in Holly's pictures. And then another quarter mile and we were pulling into the gate of the IAS compound in Nyinbuli.
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| IAS Compound - Nyinbuli, SS |
Following Holly's joyous reunions and my shy introductions, we were shown our temporary home - after 3 days in the guest room Holly and I would move into the room she shares with Divinah, but at the moment of our arrival there was another guest occupying that space.
Holly showed me around the compound and then we went back to our room to do a little unpacking and settling in. During our long drive I had noticed that I had maybe gotten a bit of a sunburn. Yes, I had been instructed to wear sunscreen whenever I was going to be spending time in direct sunlight, but I had not taken that excellent advice on this particular day. So I received my first (and only major) sunburn of my month in equatorial Africa.
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| super-attractive picture of sweaty, sunburned person |
That burn sucked, but it healed in record time - I didn't even peel - and I was so distracted by the wonder of being in a foreign land that I mostly didn't notice the burn. Except at night. Sleeping was not helped by tender, sweaty skin. But I'll talk more about sleeping and other Nyinbuli adventures in the next Picture Journal.... which I'm sure I will get around to writing soon.
