Sudanese weekend

This weekend has been a Sudanese weekend. On Friday, we had Mahmoud, the volunteer coordinator, his wife, three children and two friends (who were “in the neighbourhood”) over for a visit. We were starting to understand how this works, so we had a big stock of cookies, tea, coffee, juice, sweets and cake. This stock exists no more. We had a nice, but short, time with our guests; the children drawing, the mother watching a Bahraini soap opera, the three men drinking coffee and chatting. After an hour or so, they are ready to move on to a coffee place in the town center. Apparently our coffee wasn’t as good as we thought it was.



Saturday we met Samira, our colleague Hassan’s wife. She was going to teach us how to cook Sudanese food in our home. I am not the greatest cook in the world, but feeling like a spectator in my own kitchen felt a bit strange. There wasn’t much we could do; Samira is one of the most effective persons I’ve seen. And she’s a big fan of systems, so she re-organized our fridge, told us what we should get at the market… In the end, she made three meals for us and left before it was dinner time. Sudanese visits are a bit different than those we are used to from back home.