Surrounded by tall Dinka men at the airport in Juba, I felt something like Gulliver must have felt in Brobdingnag, the land of giants.
I had travelled in southern Sudan before the separation from the north: driven across the stony roads of Eastern Equatoria, stayed in a traditional tukul in Narus, slept in a UN tented village in Rumbek and, for 10 anxious minutes, been the only one awake on a four-seater Cessna plane flying from Nimule to Lokichoggio - and I wasn't the pilot! (The pilot woke up from his doze, embarrassed, when we hit some slight turbulence.)
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