Here's the thing...

Oh yeah! I was just detained for several hours in the airport in Geneina for absolutely no good reason whatsoever. GoS harrassment? What GoS harrassment? "You will never get out of here!" the GoS guy yelled. "Never! You will live here!" 2 hours later as I walked out I was tempted to go smile and wave goodbye. But, I'm a humanitarian.

My dear friend Kate recently had an excellent question. How does the pit latrine work, exactly? Let me answer that by going through the 3 most frequent questions that I've been asked. 1) How does it work exactly? Wikipedia's pit latrine entry: Tearfund's own publications: And more...with drawings of how to use: 2) Doesn't it...ummm...splatter? Well, yes, and no. After about a week you develop a certain amount more control over bodily functions that you wouldn't normally think twice about. Aim is an especially key skill to hone. You also develop an ability to squat for an extended period of time. So much so, that, after awhile, you begin to think that squating is actually a very comfortable way to spend your time. 3) How do disabled people use it? To be perfectly frank, there are far fewer disabled people in Sudan than you would think. I have seen disabled adults but never disabled children. I think that it's almost impossible for them to survive. The amount of r...

Not Waving But Drowning Stevie Smith Nobody heard him, the dead man, But still he lay moaning: I was much further out than you thought And not waving but drowning. Poor chap, he always loved larking And now he's dead It must have been too cold for him his heart gave way, They said. Oh, no no no, it was too cold always (Still the dead one lay moaning) I was much too far out all my life And not waving but drowning.

(If you haven't noticed I'm enjoying having good internet access for a couple of days. Don't expect such rampant posting to continue...) Reuters - U.S. envoy fears "blood bath" in Darfur http://www.alertnet.org/thenews/newsdesk/N14414854.htm “The U.S. special envoy to Sudan said on Wednesday he feared aid groups could be forced out of Darfur and pro-government Janjaweed militia would try to close camps sheltering millions, resulting in a "blood bath."…"The government has lost control. There is anarchy in large parts of Darfur . The risk is that if the NGOs (nongovernmental organizations) leave, the U.N. humanitarian agencies leave ... there will be no one to care for these people in the camps who can be trusted.”…It has become increasingly difficult for relief workers in Darfur and the U.N. said last week that attacks on aid workers there almost doubled in 2006. In addition to insecurity, government-imposed bureaucracy and travel restrict...

In the words of T.S. Eliot: "Now is too late for action, too soon for contrition." http://www.sudantribune.com/imprimable.php3?id_article=19562

My mother just sent me a link to the weather to remind me of what I'm missing: • NEW: Up to 20 inches of snow forecast for Ohio • NEW: Ohio girl killed by falling tree limb • NEW: Federal workers in D.C. sent home earlhy • NEW: More than 900 flights canceled at Chicago airport Aaaaah! I just went outside to take a picture so I can show you all what it's like in Darfur today. (Please note, I would be wearing a tank top as it's 82 degrees but I don't enjoy being stoned.) There are very few times that I would rather be here than there...but this is definitely one of them.

Bless! Sudan has taken truth in advertising to a whole new level...

Our Geneina compound had neither a toilet nor a sink. Another NGO compound had 10 – sinks, that is. I have no idea how many toilets they have although I suspect it’s equally gratuitous. So, through some hard bargaining that went a little something like this: Kelsey: ‘How many freakin’ sinks do you need?’ Paul: ‘It’s not us…it was IOM.’ Kelsey: ‘Well, why don’t you give us one.’ Paul: ‘What’s in it for us?’ Kelsey: ‘Alleviating your troubled conscience for over-consumption of scarce Darfur resources.’ Katie: ‘How about cake?’ Paul: ‘Ok.’ We got the sink that is now proudly installed under our thorn tree. No more crossing the compound to wash your hands in the water tank in the middle of the night. No more brushing your teeth from a spigot two feet off the ground. It’s made an immeasurable impact in our standard of living. So, you can imagine my reaction when Paul called a week later to ask if we wanted a toilet. What could I say? A toilet! No more pit latrine! A ...

So, yesterday got some bad news. I can’t get an exit visa. This would not be a bit deal except that I’m supposed to be at a good friend’s wedding in Nairobi on Saturday. Of course, I can’t get an exit visa because I don’t have a travel permit and I can’t get a new travel permit because I don’t have a new work permit and I don’t have a new work permit because I don’t have a new stay visa. And, I don’t have a new stay visa because the Government of Sudan is out to ruin my life. You think I exaggerate, but no. I think they have it in for me personally. I contemplated immolating myself on the steps of the Presidential palace in protest of the whole ‘exit visa’ system but am afraid the powers-that-be are so daft (and uncaring) that they might not take the hint. Instead, I have decided to lobby for any foreign intervention force or plan that involves the destruction of both the presidential palace and the ministry of interior. Do you hear me people! The time for quibbling is past – now ...