Inbetween

I am currently inbetween. Inbetween jobs, inbetween houses. The new job starts 2 June, as does the new accomodation. However, the last job ended last Saturday, as did the accomodation that came with it. So, in a way, kinda homeless and kinda jobless.

However, I have been lucky enough to get some temp work for the next few days, and a very good friend of mine has offered accomodation at his camp (I am fairly sure there is an alterior motive, but hey). Its actually really nice accomodation. A description: It is a container built for accomodation, so its a metal box, with wood panelling on the inside. The width is the length of a queen size bed and there is an en suite. The toilet is so close to the basin that when you sit on it you could rest your head on the basin and have a little nap if you wanted. There is a little concrete patio out front, with a table and a few chairs and an attempt has been made at a garden. Thats it. This is NICE accomodation. I shall explain why: Its quiet, its safe, you arent attached to someone elses pre-fab house and therefore can't hear the nightly bodily functions of your neighbour. There is some private space out front, and since there is wood panelling, there has been no need for paint, which they never use anyway. Its clean. The goats on the other side of the boundary fence are treated well so there is limited bleating, and the family doesnt beat their children so there is no screaming.

It has one major downfall. Its quite far outside town (please note that the term 'town' is used loosely). Its actually only about 8km, but it takes about 25-30 min to drive it. There are a number of factors here: The 'roads' are so bad that your car will fall apart at more than 30k/h. The goats randomly decide to cross the road and you have to avoid them because if you hit one the owner will kill you (thats not a joke), and lastly, the traffic. Yes, traffic. 3 years ago, there were 45 cars in Juba. Now there are 4085. And no roads. They even have spangly new traffic cops who for some reason unbeknownst to man, wear white. They stand there staring, terrified, at your car and occasionally wave frantically in an effort to not be knocked down by the stray car that has been herded off the road by the goats. I love the drive into work in the morning. Its a different adventure every day.

Soon however, I will be moving into my new house back in town and the adventure will end. Well, will lessen maybe. Or maybe not... there is never a lack of entertainment here for those that are willing to laugh instead of scream. I think I quite like this little hiatus into distance travel. Inbetween is a good place to be.