The End of Onion Soup

An update to those interested in the fate of the famous Soup; The Legenda restaurant have a new Chef! I can can confirm that from the last French Onion Soup I ordered 2 days ago. This time it was creamy, and tasted like mushrooms. I don't like creamy soups, so I will no longer be ordering the French Onion soup.

To End a Journey

I started this blog preempting your curiosity. 33 posts later, I probably managed to give you a faint idea. Truth of the matter is that Sudan is truly a special place. The experience cannot be given justice in 33 posts. With every new country came a new experience. It's true that no two countries are the same. But Sudan stands appart. It's been unique from a professional as well as life point of view.



The most important things I take with me are the memories and friendships I've made while in Sudan (inside and outside the country). I've also developed an immunity to about half the exotic bacteria in the world. Besides that, it's the unrivaled power of the sandstorms and thunderstorms, the chicken flavoured French union soup, the special (excited) landmarks, and the relative logic that will distort my whole comfort zone to re shape my world. Besides, they make excellent stories to tell at parties.

The end of one journey is only the beginning of another. So the end of this blog is the beginning of another. I will keep you posted on my next journey. I doubt it will top this one, but the times I've said that...

Thanks to all who have kept me company throughout this journey by posting your comments and just visiting my blog.

So now, go out and do something for the first time. And then repeat every week.

More Deer Pets

We spent the Friday at my friends place last week. Very nice (HOT) day hanging around the pool with some cool people.

A couple of permanent residents next to the pool are Zeina and Walid. They are Shaker's deer pets. Zeina is cool and confitent. If she likes you she'll eat from your hand. Walid, on the other hand, is a sceptic. He doesn't like to get close to anyone.

However before Walid came along, there was another male in Zeina's life. He was wild (literally) and went a bit crazy, so much so that he commited suicide. He kept banging his head against the wall untill he bled to death. The experts explained the situation as similar to human behaviour. Females drive men wild, to the point of doing stupid things.

Walid was then brought in to keep Zeina company. This time Zeina was a little more forgiving and decided she didn't want to end up alone again. Walid happily living with Zeina now.

And this is what it looked like from Zeina's point of view!

My First Sandstorm

I'm at the gym lifting my metal. Put down the weights and look up only to have hazy vision, literally within seconds. So now I'm thinking, Oh shit, blood is rushing to my head or something and it's affecting my vision! What is happening to me?! Turns out that there was nothing wrong with me or my vision. The windows started bucking, and sand started shooting in from every single tiny opening in existance. Within one minute there was a clearly visible layer of brown sand on everything. I wiped my head with my white towel and it was instant brown. My white t-shirt became my brown t-shirt. I was smelling and breathing nice fresh sand.

So I finished off my workout and ventured out to my car - after some hesitation. It is a very strange situation having such stong winds with so much sand in it! I've never experience anything like this before. It did remind me a bit of the time I was in Miami during huricane Andrew - except that was much higher winds and water instead of sand. That's not to say the winds here were not strong! Getting to the car I could hardly open my eyes, or even breathe, from the amound of sand in the air. Once in the safety of the car, I quickly realized that visibility was about 10 meters at best.

This is what happens in this area of Sudan around this time of year. The winds are called Hubub (or Haboub) and usually preceed the rains. I caught the tail end of the rains when I arrived here 8 months ago - see my earlier post on the rains. Some friends caught some photos of the approaching winds, and I've also included some photos from my car ride home. Mind you, on a normal day at the time I drove home it would be twilight.

This table is blue. This is about 15 minutes after the storm hit.

P.S. I've posted some of these photos on Facebook. If you are on, look me up. If not, I recommend it - it's pretty cool and helps people stay in touch.

Birthday Surprise!

My department called me in for some weird emergency meeting yesterday, to which I was not enthusiastic. I was annoyed, thinking what now?

As I walked in, they were all sitting there smirking and suddenly started singing Happy Birthday! Totally caught me by surprise, and made my whole day, especially because it came a day early (today is off for Easter).

I got this really cool present - a carved wooden figure of an antelope, like the ones in my previous post.

Coolest Pets Give Birth

In one of my earlier posts I shared with you photos of the coolest pets ever. At our Agency's premises they have a couple of deer in the back yard, just haning out. They are so cool (and so scared). The female at the time was pregnant.

The other day, I was visiting the agency and went back to see how the deer were doing. sure enough there was mom and pop, and the new baby deer. Mom and pop were extra alert!

Nubian Pyramids

Today we drove over to the Nubian Pyramids, build in the 3rd century BC. That's before the Egyptian pyramids were built. They are about 2 hours drive North of Khartoum, along the Nile. It was such a cool trip; here are some pics:

We took one of our 4X4's to get there. Can't get there without one.

On the way there we came across some "mountains" of black rocks that looked like they were put on top of each other. Really cool.

A typical house in the Sudanese country side. This one has been abandoned, but is still in decent shape. The middle coloumns hold up a roof, usually made of palm leaves. It is totally opened in the front, and that is where they sleep. For some reason, the chosen color for the doors is a beautiful baby blue. The house is actually built of dried mud from the ground underneath it. With heavy rain, it may melt back into the ground, depending on how well it's built. But they never last through a complete rainy season, so they have to be rebuild every year. Nothing to loose but time (which is abundant in this part of the world). Even the land it is built on doesn't really belong to anyone. Here is how it works: you find a land you like. Spill water on it so you make mud to build your home. Live in it for a year. Repeat. So while the US have their trailer homes, the Sudanese have their "Just add water" homes.

And this is how the back yard looks. Pretty spacious, hey. Plenty of room for the kids to play.

This is a pyramid next to me. If you look closely (at the pyramid) you will see the pharoah like drawing. Really cool!

This is one of my favourites. Asfar the camel was my transportation. He was a grumpy old bastard, but we got along fine. We had conversations and all. He's cool.

And of course, the pyramids. There are about 50 of them, all various sizes and all with their entrance facing West.

Will I go again? Sure! Especially to see Asfar again.

The Landmark

This is a true story about a very reliable donkey. In a land where reliability is a little more than a distant dream you learn to appreciate consistency and reliability. While taking directions to a colleague's home, he instructed me to take Road 60 (see my post about that) heading South, past the big Mosque, then past the new electircal posts. And I am to take a left hand turn on the dirt road where the white donkey is! My laughs were met with serious looks, across the board. They were dead serious. When I get to the white donkey, I am to take that left. Second building to the right.

I didn't know where to begin my redicule, but my colleague's experience taught him to preempt my reaction, and told me "Look, just do as I say. When you see the white donkey turn left."

That was one for the laughs, I thought. This place hasn't failed to amuse me in the past. Why should it stop now? So off I went on Street 60, South past the Mosque, past the new electrical posts. And sure enough! There he was! The white donkey, patiently standing there on the side of the road. That was amusing. But what's better; I've been to Ziad's house many time now (his helper cooks VERY well), and every time, without fail, there is the white donkey. Patiently standing there, making sure everyone know's where Ziad's house is. Sometimes the donkey has an erection, and sometimes he doesn't. I still haven't figured out what excites him.

Cairo Shoot

Something about Cairo that I love. Don't know what it is. In fact, rationally I should dislike it, since it contains many of the characteristics I like to stay away from. Maybe it's because I'm just a tourist there.

My last trip to Cairo was about a TV commercial shoot. We shot 4 commercials in 2 days. That meant shooting for about 15 hours a day! And that was with a super efficient team - hats off to all of them!

Needless to say, that didn't leave me much time to go around town much. Back from the shoot at 3am, the bed looks better than a red Ferrari F50 with the keys in the ignition and my initials embossed on the leather seats. Ok, not THAT good, but almost that good. I'll just let the picures do the talking on this one.

The National Republican Museum

Today I went to the museum. Just happened to be walking along the Blue Nile, and on the grounds of the Presidential Palace was a little entrance in the back, with a small sign that read National Republican Museum. We walked in, and saw a few old cars, and a beautiful church. Inside the Church was the actual museum. Well, by name it's a museum. As far as I know, museums have old stuff in it. Here, there were banners. Just many pop-up banners with a historical recount taking you through the independance of Sudan. Oh, there were a few chairs. Old ones. But the Church is nice.

Delicacy of the Day

Here's one for the blog. I won't elaborate, because the concept speaks for itsself. The Southern part of Sudan enjoys a local dish called Bigin. It's quite simple, monkey's hand cooked with some sesame seads closed in the palm. For some reason it escaped my mind to ask at what temperature and for how long. But I'm sure you'll figure it out by the time you find some nice fat monkey's hands in your local market.

I'm told the hand meat is tender and tasty.

Bon apetit.

The Power of Prepaid: Prepaid Power

It started with pay-as-you-go mobile phone lines, I believe, and seems to have caught on to domestic electric power. Here in Sudan, every household has an electric meter, just like any other country. Except that it doesn't just show how much power is consumed, but rather how much credit you still have left, before your electric power is cut off.

The way it works is that you go to the electricity place with your meter serial number, go to the lady behind the window and hand her your meter number and some money (however much you want loaded onto your meter). Electricity costs roughly US$ 0.15 per kilowatt hour. The lady will then hand you a receipt with a 16 digit code, which you just type into the keypad on the meter. Your credit will be automatically entered. Now you can enjoy air conditioning and hot water!

What's amazing about prepaid electricity (besides the fact of being an extremely efficient way of collecting electicity bills) is that it gives the user an unprecidented awareness of electricity consumption. I can tell you exactly how much my fridge consumes (about .12 kw/h) or how much my a/c consumes (2.30 kw/h) or even my water heater (1.7 kw/h). And I also know that light bulbs (especially the new power saving ones) consume next to nothing. So it's true what they claim.

Maybe prepay is the way!

Ants - my new friends

We used to fight all the time, ants and I. They would invade my space, and I'd kill them. That was pretty much our relationship until recently.

One day, I discovered that ants like Blueberry Muffin cereal. They had found my cereal box, and attacked it in their usual organized manner. Of course, they panicked when they noticed me, and started scrambling all over the place! I was squashing them as fast as I could, and tried hard to convince the ones inside the box to get out, so I could squash them too. Some did, but some refused to come out.

And that was my turning point. The Sudanese ants don't bite (like the Floridian fire ants). They just roam around the place, and try to get out of your way when you are around. They don't scream, or make a big drama scene when you accidentally step on one. They are also full of protein, so instead of talking them into getting out of my cereal box and squashing them, I just eat them. It's easyer for the both of us, and they don't even taste bad. In fact, they don't taste at all. So I can still enjoy the full flavour of my Blueberry Mufin cereal.

Besides, they reproduce more than rabbits! You couldn't possibly get rid of all of them.
So ants are now my new friends. Things are so much better between us now.

AAAAAIIIII!!

In English it's "Yes" "Yep" or "Sure". In Italian and Spanish it's "Si", in Turkish it's "Evet", in Czech it's "Ano" in Arabic it's "Eh" or "Na'am". In Sudan it's "AAAII"

And I bet that's where Ali G got it from!

I love it. This and the salute (tapping the shoulder) are something I'll take with me from here.

Shopping

One night, my driver took me to the local shopping street in the center of Khartoum. Besides needing towels, curiosity drove me.

As we parked behind the open sewers, on the other side was a policeman sporting a whip! When asked what it was for, Salah told me he uses it to beat people. Asked if he thought that was a bit crude, he looked at me in a funny way, and said 'no, they deserve it!' as if I were a stupid softie or something.

We went on and entered several stores. The place was quite happening - where light was available - and people were happily window shopping most of the time. It seemed there were more people selling stuff then there were buyers.

I managed to find a couple of towels!

Cinema!

My neighbour thought I need to see the newest (and only) mall in Khartoum. Indeed, it's the only mall in all of Sudan. But it has everything; shops, a supermarket, a gym, a food court, a game room, and of course, a cinema. Yes, one cinema. I couldn't figure out exactly what movie was playing at the time. That was probably because I was so "taken" by the decor of the place. I just had to share it with you. Amazing.

Hi!

Just a quick note to say hi to all visitors. Posts are becoming few and far between. That's probably because of two reasons; I am less astonished by my surroundings (which is related to my theory of relativity, and is rather scary when I think about it), and also as I get more entrenched in work and life, I'm also more involved in them.

That doesn't mean my posts will stop just yet. Life in Sudan is still exciting, and I plan to share these unique moments in life with you. This phase will be a bit slow because of the above, and also because I will be away on vacation for a week. Expect new posts as November comes around.

I leave you with this van that appeared infront of me as I was driving home early one day. The driver obviously loves Bob Marley, but I think in this case the intention is definitely not reflected in the action.

Encounter with the Law

The fuzz, pig, coppers, cops, or just the law, whatever you wanna call the police, I met them in Sudan - twice already.

This morning, while driving myself to work, minding my own business, I found myself driving in the middle of a presidential convoy. The president (or vice president, or some big shot of the sorts) was a couple of cars infront of me. As soon as I realized I pulled over to the side of the street, to let the poor guards behind me pass, and do their jobs. Felt a bit bad for them because I'm sure they will get a beating from their commander at why their modified Toyota Land Cruiser couldn't overtake a small hyundai driving along.

Anyway, I pulled over, and they passed. Before I could get in gear and continue my journey, I heard a knock on the window. It was a freightened little traffic policeman, who was trying to act all tough and macho. His partner was rushing to be by his side, from across the street. In his Sudani Arabic, of which I understand about 50% of (goes down to about 10% when they are excited, as was the case with freightened little cop), he was asking me what I was trying to do, and wanted to see my driver's licence. He took my license to his boss, sitting in the police car on the other side of the road, and asked me to see him.

As I approached the police car on the other side of the road, I noticed the boss sitting in the passenger seat with my license in his hands. He wasn't moving. I got all the way to his window, and noticed he was taking a nap. So I did what any good responsible citizen would do. I woke him up! Wished him a kind Ramadan really loud. Upon his coming around, he asked me a series of questions:

Boss: What were you doing?

Me: I was just driving along, and found myself in the middle of the convoy.

Boss: How could you do that?! It's illegal!!

Me: I kinda realize that. I didn't go looking for the convoy and stick myself in the
middle. I was just driving along, and they came up to me.

Boss: Well, didn't you hear the sirens??

Me: No. (I had the music on loud)

Boss: What's this Lebanese license, valid for 32 years??

Me: No, I'm 34 years old. (that's my limited ability to understand their Arabic)
This went on for a bit until I understood his question...

Me: Ooooh, yes, it is valid for 32 years.

Boss: How could that be?! It's too much!

Me: Well, it wasn't really my idea. But you can talk to our Minister of Transportation and get his opinion on it.

Then he looked at me suspiciously, trying to figure out if I was being a smart ass, or if I were genuinely inviting him to write our Minister of Transportation. My face was blank.

Boss: You know they could have shot you in that convoy! They shoot people for things like that!
I had realized that. It's no joke around here.

Me: I realize that, and it's not like I intended to get into the presidential convoy. Not like this at least. It was an honest mistake. Really.

The boss man looked at my license again for a minute then gave back my license.

I thanked him, and wished him a happy Ramadan. As I went back to my car, I caught the two other scared police cops trying to peek and see what happened. I smiled and waved at them, and they quickly turned around, pretending like nothing happened.

That was the second encounter, as mentioned. The first was different, and far less exciting. I had parked on a street which, to my luck, our beloved presidential convoy was about to pass through. That meant all cars on that street had to be removed. Luckily I was warned before the cars were removed - including mine. The way it works here, is that if you are parked wrong (and that part is arbitrary), they remove your license plates and take them. When you come back to your car, and realize that you have no license plates, you can assume that is your parking ticket. Why waste paper on tickets, when you can just remove people's license plates?!

I caught them before leaving, so I paid the guy around $15 and got my license plates back, along with a small receipt. That after a lot of shouting - not because they were angry, but just because they were all excited! And as my Sudanese Arabic has it, my understanding has a converse relationship with Sudani excitement. The higher the excitement, the lower my understanding.

Street 60

There's this main street that cuts through the city north and south called Street 60. Another one a couple of blocks away, that runs parallel to it called Street 80. That name was later changed to be named after one of the Sudani heroes, as most other streets.

Today I learned the story behind 60 and 80. When the streets were built at the time, they were named after their width. So Street 60 was 60 metes wide. And street 80 was - you guessed it - 80 meters wide.

My guess is that at some point they realized that there may be more than one 60 meter wide street in the city, and decided it wasn't a smart way to name streets. Street 60 survived though.

Publishing Note: Check out the Taxi! post below - it's new!