I’ve been in Juba, South Sudan for nearly 6 weeks now but have been so busy with work that I’ve not had time to prepare any blog posts or reply to many personal emails. I like my work as a logistician here, but the days (and nights) are very long and it’s difficult to spend much time away from the office.
On Wednesday, as I came out of the United Nations World Food Programme office here in Juba, I walked right into this:
Standing in the middle of the road as dozens of zebu cattle with massive horns walk directly toward me, it dawned on me that this might seem strange to some of my friends and family. For me, it just seemed normal, another nice photo opportunity for the point-and-shoot that’s always in my pocket.
Last night, a couple of recently arrived friends went to a local watering hole (a bar, not an actual watering hole) and when they returned one of them recounted how he had been surprised to see men with very large guns at the door, positioned there in order to ensure that the other men with large guns don’t try to join the Saturday night crowd inside.
Funny how these things seem perfectly normal to many if not most of us here and in other areas where humanitarian workers are posted.