A summer in Sudan
I looked out at the busy scene around me as we pressed through the crowd of people moving about the souk (market). Men drifting by in their elegant white jalabia, some women in startling shades of every colour, others invisible behind their black veils and gloves. People leant against shop counters enjoying fresh mango and guava juice, chil- dren thrust packets of biscuits through the win- dow in the hope that the khawajia (foreigner) would part with a few of her dinar. Again I marvelled at the fortitude of those who sit all day in sweltering heat selling their wares.
I knew little about Sudan before deciding to join the Sudan Volunteer Programme earlier this year. The size of western Europe, this vast country is populated by multiple ethnic and cultural groups. Since independence from Britain in the 1950s, Sudan has been caught up in a civil war which has