As the voyage in South Sudan continues, the Pheagle (the US chartered plane) headed towards Akobo on the border with the neighboring country of Ethiopia. The natives were interestingly dressed and spoke a strange language…ok I can’t really keep that up. But the US Dept of State plane here is really called the Pheagle (combo of phoenix and eagle) and I did really take it for a two day trip to Akobo and Pibor.
We left for Akobo at around 8:30 and for the rest of the day it was a hot, humid and sweaty whirlwind. First we went to see a clinic in a nearby village of Deng Jok which was about 20-30 minutes away by car which included driving through a small river. No worries on the way there but on the way back one of the cars got stuck and we had to do some maneuvering to get it out. At the clinic we saw the regular clinic which includes a male midwife with one eye! To be a midwife here you go to school for about 3 years. And there were some other staff and community health management committee members handy for questions. The clinic also has a nutrition component for treating severe acute malnutrition. I must say that the difference between what a malnourished child in Ethiopia and Sudan looks like is amazing. The kids here look much healthier. I’m not quite sure why. My favorite was one little kid—maybe around 12 months—who was wearing a crocheted pantsuit outfit. Of course, I’m in a lightweight t-shirt sweating to death but these kids are all covered up and looking cool as cucumbers!
On the way back we stopped at another partners’ Farmer Training Site where they do demonstrations on the benefit of planting in rows, weeding, etc. Of course, it’s totally the wrong time of year for visiting an agriculture program (like visiting a farm in MD in January), but they appreciate the visit nonetheless.
We also visited a third partner’s borehole drilling project which is well on its way to completion.
By the time I got back to our “hotel” and I use that word loosely, I was knackered and very dehydrated. My water during the day heated up to the temperature of tea. Blech.
Our hotel was a bunch of local houses called tukuls which are basically one circular room with a locally made bed (iron and rope webbing). It was so hot in the tukul I asked them to pull my bed outside (and then the others in my group did the same) and I slept under a sheet and my bug bivvy which is like a sleeping bag shape but made of mosquito net and has a little plastic flexible rod that helps keep the netting off of your face/torso.
The following day we took of for the 2 hour drive to Pibor. We had a late start and the road was slow going because of the terrain. This is hard black cotton soil. Apparently it has two stages—muddy and impossible to drive through or dry as concrete and painful to drive through. So I guess the benefit of this trip was we had the later. But the roads were bad enough that one of the three cars lost a wheel. Not a tire. A wheel. The whole this was bent at an angle that looks like something from a Herbie the Love Bug movie. So after moving things into our car, shifting around people, making copious calls to make sure someone would come out for the two remaining people with the broken car, we continued bumping our way along the road. We eventually made it to a resting point where we had planned to spend 1 ½ hours, but it had taken us so long to get there that we only had a few minutes in the market and then had to press on. The town is inhabited by the Murle tribe which have some really good tribal markings and beads. Definitely look at the pictures! We tried to communicate but it was pretty pathetic. One guy gave a little kid a tennis ball and that was a hit. And once they figured out they could see their picture in the digital camera they were on board with photos!!
We finished the drive to Pibor and instead of having 4 hours there we had 2. So I visited a women’s group that had been provided jerry cans for water and hygiene and sanitation training and then the County Agriculture Office. The women were definitely the more interesting and I spent about 1 hour there talking with them about their understanding of hygiene, why they’ve decided to come back to Pibor after years of living in other places, etc. They have a lot of ideas and I’m hoping the local and international NGO can provide further training and support.
So here it is, Monday, and I’m not sure I’m fully hydrated yet. But it was a good trip and I’m glad I got to see the Murle women!
More soon,
Jane
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Akobo/Pibor South Sudan |
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