Loki, Kenya

I'm in Loki, Kenya near the border with Sudan and Uganda and Ethiopia. I feel like a "humanitarian"... just like in the Fred Cuny movie, walking in these desolate places with shrubs, surrounded by WFP tents, humanitarian workers, Africans, the heat, hills in the background, the sun, that typical African sunset which not only do you see, but you feel too. I'm in a UN compound/camp. I thought I would never be on one, but here I am. I have my OLS pass and it's all so surreal. My room is super nice with a fridge (not sure what for) a fan, 3 alarm clocks, a clock, a chest of drawers, a table and chair, a little night-table, and a bed for 2 or 3 people (will I have company?) as well as 3 mirrors! It's funny how when a plane lands you can hear it, so it's pretty much a "oh, the plane is here, let's go get Jonathan (or whoever is supposed to land)". On the plane I had Malaysian chips and Saudi cookies, while the signs in the plane were all in Spanish and English... There are this nym trees here that have fruits that look like more oval yellow translucent grapes, but they are "very bitter". Mango juice is a great thing about flights within Kenya, and having only 16 people on a plane meant for 80 was kinda weird. The huts look like hay stacks as you land into Loki and the UN WFP stock houses are all along the side of the runway. The landing was superb and the hills as you land look like out of monument valley because they kinda pop out of nowhere and are cut... but the green brush is everywhere and the dried-up river is right below you as you land. Tin roofs, Guate-style, and everyone and their mom is here: Unicef, Save, Norwegians, IRC, Care, Oxfam, and people I've never even heard of. The arrival at the airport is great because a truck picks up the luggage and just drops it off for you to pick up on the side of a bar where you might wait for a plane.. just like where Leonardo DiCaprio lands in Blood Diamond. My flight for Juba is at 6:45 tomorrow, I think, so we are meeting at the office at 6:30. classic. My boss/supervisor is meeting me tomorrow in Rumbek, and I saw in one of the emails that he wrote that I need to get myself some sort of scorpion-sting antidote of sorts. Super. Plane just landed I think. Ours was definitely the only one on the runway that had a real engine and wasn't just a propeller. One thing I've noticed is that people say hi by raising their hand just above their waist with their palm facing out.... I can get used to that.
It's only 5, but the sun is setting fast over the mountainous hills.