I know, I know. I’m starting off a blog about life in South Sudan by talking about life not in South Sudan. The life where you stand in the supermarket aisle trying to work out what to choose, instead of knowing exactly what you are going to have for lunch and dinner: beans and rice. Where you get to squeeze your nephews and read them a story instead of squinting your eyes at just the right angle so the pixels on skype align to something that resembles a face or maybe gloop. Where you get prodded by the doctor and have the plaque on your teeth scratched off by the dentist instead of living with I-hope-nothing-goes-wrong-because-there-is-no-one-in-the-country-who-can-fix-it. Or my preferred state of ignorant bliss.
Or you could make a new website.
Ta-da.
Now, I just actually have to try and keep it up to date. In the previous edition of my website, I did manage to post some things in 2012 and 2013 but sadly 2014 or 2015 did not make a show. I could use the excuse that I’ve been busy, saving lives and all that. There is a war on, you know. And I am in the bush in the middle of Africa.
I almost believe myself.
But, despite these obstacles and means of procrastination I’ll try again this time, because I want others to see and experience a little of what I do everyday – when I’m not on leave.
Life Down the Rutted Red Road 