I am wishing for a fresh salad, with delicate leaf lettuce, fresh tomatoes and slivers of red onion. I would put a little pressed organic olive oil on it and then drown it in fine balsamic vinegar. Maybe I would throw on a little Greek feta and Kalamata olives, then top it off with freshly ground black pepper.
People on a mission start to crave the things they took for granted at home. New arrivals are expected to arrive with treats. The usual requests are cheese, chocolate, fine spirits and glossy magazines. I purchased my offerings in the airport in Amsterdam, three round mounds of gouda cheese, multiple bars of Toblerone chocolate, a large box of Siroopwafelen, (Dutch caramel waffles), a People magazine and a Vanity Fair. I dragged the bag from Amsterdam to Nairobi. I took it to the hotel in Nairobi and brought it with me on the plane to Lokichoggio. In Loki I put it in the fridge so that it would not melt in the 40-degree heat. I almost lost the cheese in Loki airport when I dropped the bag and the discs of cheese rolled out. I packed it onto the plane from Lokichoggio to Lankien...And this is where things went wrong. We landed in Nasir first, another MSF project. I was so blown away by my first sight of the tall, beautiful Nuer people of southern Sudan, and the rows of tukuls right beside the airstrip, that I neglected to notice that my cheese, chocolate, magazines and Sirropwafelen got off the plane in Nasir without me. It wasn't until I got to Lankien that I realized I had fumbled the ball in the homestretch (excuse the mixed sports metaphor). An urgent call was put into the Nasir mission. Where was the cheese? The chocolate? The Siroopwafelen? The cheese had been very nice we were old; they would put my remaining goodies on the next plane to Lankien.
I am feeling better tonight after my illness and I am suddenly ravenous. I polish off a dark chocolate Toblerone, single handedly.