At four another serious shower came down, just as the Kenya Navy Band passed my office windows in their dark green bus, headed west. I decided not to go home on time, but stayed for another few minutes and headed home in the drizzle, dressed like a misplaced Somali women in a place where there are little or no Shebaabs.
Some rain was needed though, to calm the dirt. Everything get a brown layer of dust here, my shoes, my clothes, my hair and my skin as gets light brown from the dust. So hopefully the rain will calm it down a little, if only for a few days.
Compared to last week, this week is insanely quiet and slow. I also managed to miss my only one meeting at the UN this week, the one thing I was looking forward to get out of the office a little, as I turned up today with a strange feeling that the place was disturbingly empty and I met a beautiful woman named Helen who told me that the meeting took place yesterday but that nothing of interest was discussed.
My superviser Harald spends the week in Geneva along with all the UNEP senior level staff, and he travels via Norway so I will be in charge until early next week. But it doesn't matter if nothing happens actually.
Well, last week was very busy and terminated with the departure of our old ambassador and the arrival of the new one. He had his first day on Monday and he is settling in now. I am happy that the change-over didnt occur in the middle of our visit by HRH Queen Sonja of Norway last week.
Sad to see that my last post didn't load, but photos will soon follow. I have an issue with my card reader at the moment, so I need to get a cable. Should be able to get that from some of the urban Somali refugees in Eastleigh at the next occasion.
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