This place put the frustration in frustration. I told Jeanne it was like a lackadaisical Venus fly trap.
The dream of
traveling to Darfur is looking dim. Wait a minute, I don’t even really want to
go to Darfur. I mean, professionally and programatically I do – there is a
very cool project we are trying to start in Gereida. We are going to try and
create communication and dialogue channels between pastrolists and farmers. We
going to build markets and peace! Well, actually the town got sacked by rebels
the day before I arrived, so it turns out we’re not going to do shit.
http://www.sudantribune.com/South-Darfur-town-falls-to-rebel,42535
On top of that, apparently my visa says "Khartoum only," despite me applying to go to Darfur, so it's unlikely my travel will be approved. Oh, and they changed the procedure for travel permits the day I arrived. And then again the next day. Listening to our administrative staff makes things clear as muck. In addition to the dizzying obstructionist bureaucracy, everyone's from a different country so there are thick accents, competing languages, etc. No steps forward, 42 steps back.
This is my Khartoum face:
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