So, this week, WEEK 4. Almost a month in. A lot has changed in that time. I am of course now fluent in Sudanese Arabic, married to a very lovely desert sheikh and am enjoying my life with our 7 children. All lies aside, it’s been another good, sweaty week in Sudan. Even Audrey has enjoyed herself, and she’s a miserable stuffed turtle.
There’s been a lot of food-based evenings, which is always a plus. The Tedious Englishman insisted on the Yemeni restaurant once more, which actually, is always an excellent choice, even if we couldn’t eat half of the food and ended up massively insulting the staff there. There was also one night where many thousands of us SVP-related people ate outside at an Ethiopian restaurant. Think gardens and fairy lights and interesting meat sauce that you eat off a giant pancake thing. My favourite part was when one guy asked the waitress, in Arabic, for a menu, and she was basically like “…no”. WHAT EXCELLENT SERVICE.
A particularly exciting day was Wednesday, when The Lovely American Girls and I made our way to Omdurman through a sandstorm. Not a massive one, but a sandstorm nonetheless. If there’s gratuitous amounts of sand in your eyes/hair/mouth etc., then it counts. Travelling by rickshaw did not much help the sand-in-face situation, but it did give us an opportunity to start the world’s latest craze – the Sandstorm Rickshaw Selfie. Which incidentally, is what the sheikh and I are thinking of naming our eighth son.
Basically, we ate round after round of free food whilst listening to speeches (hello Mr. British Ambassador to Sudan and Mr. Ambassador’s great big bushy beard) and watching videos about the finalists and their ideas to help deal with Sudan’s problems. I wanted Ostrich Man to win (he built an ostrich farm so ostrich-related goods could be sold etc.), but apparently ostriches will have to wait another day to save Sudan, as the winner was Nile Lily Lady, who wants to remove lilies from the Nile, since they clog shit up, and make things out of them. Also an excellent idea, but Ostrich Man had the shiniest suit and diamante tie accessory I’ve ever seen.
The evening came complete with rounds of entertainment, from orchestral Celine Dion classics to traditional dancers accompanied by men in orange hats waving sticks. As if this wasn’t enough blog-material for one day, two security officers from the airport then gave us a free ride home for no reason at all. I’m not sure I spoke a single word but I did learn a lot about inflation.
Next week’s Sudanese Fun-Time Forecast includes parties at German and American related places, meeting the family of the SVP coordinator and… a day of teacher training. Sensational.
Hope you’re all alive and well, wherever you are.