This emerging country only recently out of Africa’s longest civil war, is a strange place. extreme poverty at almost every turn and yet ever day a new bit of road turns up, or a new company or hotel starts up. But prices of things here painful for residents and it brings home the differences of the haves and have nots.

A professional Sudanese person may earn about £250 per month, which has to be considered a very healthy wage. But a meal out might cost as much as £15 for a Pizza. My hotel “room” a prefab individual tin room with a toilet and shower base with two water settings - some or none, costs $200 per night, that is more expensive than the Wembley Travel Inn. There you might expect a wake up call, clean water - hot and cold, a duvet or sheet and blankets, a towel and some wall paper perhaps? Tea and coffee making facilities? the complimentary soap and shampoo? A restaurant which will keep you safe from Cholera or atleast cockroaches.  But here we don’t really get any of those.

However technology and intuition are still able to pull off a miracle or two. Just as I left Kenya on Sunday I began to suspect I might be going down with a chest infection. I have suffered before and if left unchecked I can go down hill and fast. So I called Kenn and Mum and asked them to get a prescription from my Doctor and see if it can get to me in Kenya on my return and then I could take it to a chemist. In fact after some clever and persistent work not only were there drugs waiting for me in Narobi but half the pack arrived with me in JUBA!!!