A warm wind is blowing over Khartoum today... a small haboob (sandstorm) is signaling that the wet season is history and the dry season is upon us. Even the inside of the Norwegian House smell like hot sand.
Partly due to the weather and partly due to being bored of eating out every day, we decided to raid the pantry and see what we could up with - turns out one of my coworkers have an education as a cook before he joined the service. From the odds and ends we found in the pantry and freezer he came up with some excellent spaghetti and sauce.
The rest of the evening is going to be reasonable slow - a Norwegian Major in Afganistan have made some less than well thought out comments to the media, and the resulting shitstorm is subject to a lot of discussions between the us. Seems that wherever two or more officers gather, they talk shop in one form or the other.