This Monday is the 3rd public holiday in the past 4 Mondays. First was Easter Monday, then Labor day, and now SPLA day. All these 3 day weekends are getting a little ridiculous. (Who are the SPLA? I direct you to the SPLA wiki article here)
A few friends had a housewarming party on Friday night. When I saw the inside of the house, I actually stopped in my tracks. Nicest. House. EVER. There’s a kitchen that would make Bobby Flay jealous. Ok, maybe the South Sudanese version of Bobby Flay. They had several hundred square feet of space, 2 fridges, a toaster, a back up toaster, and a coffee maker. That’s right, a real coffee maker. As in, I had REAL COFFEE.
Plus there was intricate crown molding everywhere and the windows were all covered with window treatments look like they belong in the White House. Like this:
Which I realize makes it seem like it’s not much (fancy curtains and coffee makers do not a nice house make), but… we’re talking nicest house I’ve seen in South Sudan. And that’s including our new office which has marble floors and a several verandas looking out over Juba.
Mind you, I live in a container that is about 15×7 and looks like this:
And most people who live in compounds have pretty basic digs (albeit very nice by South Sudan standards), so I was expecting to show up to something sort of like, you know, everything else that’s in Juba built for expats:
So it was quiet different to show up to something completely luxurious.
Was not expecting. Did not compute. Still doesn’t.
Every Sunday a restaurant in town does a movie night, so a few of us decided to go (and get delicious Thai food). Unfortunately the movie was Grapes of Wrath (aka, possibly the only book I’ve ever actually hated). Afterwards, as a reward for sitting through the whole movie, we decided to treat ourselves after realizing the menu held iced lattes. ICED. LATTES.
That’s right folks, I had real coffee TWICE in a weekend. And spent time in a mansion.
It was a very strange weekend.