Khartoum: as seen from the SVP flat |
Inside the airport crowds began queuing orderly at the appropriate
immigration checkpoints marked “Passports”, “Arab tourists” and “Non-Sudanese”.
I waited in line, aware of many eyes on me. It was a slow process to reach the desk and an even longer wait for my bags to appear.
I waited in line, aware of many eyes on me. It was a slow process to reach the desk and an even longer wait for my bags to appear.
After passing
through immigration large crowds began assembling around several conveyer belts
for their luggage. Strangely there were no signs to notify passengers of the
flight details, although everyone else seemed to know where to stand. I spent
10 minutes waiting in the wrong area, until I spotted some passengers from my
flight on the other side of the room.
My home away from home |
After an anxious 30 minute wait my bags finally appeared and as I attempted to balance the load on my luggage trolley, an efficient man wearing a khaki uniform, embroidered simply with “cleaner” suddenly appeared at my side. After expertly stacking my bags, he took off through the security gates as I hurried to keep up behind.
For security
reasons non-passengers are not permitted inside the airport terminal and
outside I was greeted by scenes of absolute chaos.
Hordes of white turbaned man shouted and gestured excitedly, while taxi drivers touted for business amid the din and others wept loudly as they embraced their returning loved ones.
Hordes of white turbaned man shouted and gestured excitedly, while taxi drivers touted for business amid the din and others wept loudly as they embraced their returning loved ones.
I was taking in
this spectacle, while trying to keep my eyes on the “cleaner”, who had been
absorbed into the crowd, when I spotted Rami, the local coordinator holding an
SVP sign.
After a brief
negotiation we were soon driving through Khartoum’s darkened streets in a
beat-up yellow taxi, with my bags rather haphazardly thrown on top of the roof.
We came to a stop outside a rather nondescript building in a deserted street and climbed the stairs to the SVP flat on the third floor.
Street view |
We came to a stop outside a rather nondescript building in a deserted street and climbed the stairs to the SVP flat on the third floor.
It's a bit
of a hovel to say the least and is overcrowded at the moment with newly arrived
volunteers and other long-termers who are awaiting for their accommodation and
paperwork to be finalised.
Piles of luggage and clothes were strewn about the floor, and although there are some modern conveniences such as a microwave, kettle and washing machine, everything looks rather grimy and unusable. The toilet seat is missing, the bathroom floor is covered with a slippery layer of dirty water and the shower is so tiny it is difficult to even squeeze in to.
Piles of luggage and clothes were strewn about the floor, and although there are some modern conveniences such as a microwave, kettle and washing machine, everything looks rather grimy and unusable. The toilet seat is missing, the bathroom floor is covered with a slippery layer of dirty water and the shower is so tiny it is difficult to even squeeze in to.
Mum!! I made it! |
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