(To me) Sudan equals hot, tan-coloured desert at least until now. Yesterday, while riding my bike
thermometer was reading 44.6 degrees. It felt better to be riding because
you would get a breeze (even though a hot breeze) than to be standing still.
There are few features in this desert, the odd pyramid-shaped dune or
incompetent bedrock and some mountains very far off in the distance.
There are dead camel carcasses all over the place; for some reason they
don't remove or bury them. I think they dry out and remain there
practically for ever.
The Sudanese people are very honest,
helpful and friendly. The men wear white tunics with maybe a vest over
top. The women are seldom seen but when seen are generally covered head
to toe and in dark colours. Donkeys are the mode of transport in the
rural areas.
Yesterday, we stopped in a village
market to have a cold coke. I felt like I was in an Indiana Jones movie.
Donkey carts loaded with supplies, men in tunics walking around doing
business, sometimes holding hands, laughing and greeting. The butchers
had fly covered goats hanging in the hot sun, waiting to carve off sections.
Other doors had piles of beans, lentils, tomatoes, and all shades of
spices. The place was filthy. Garbage was strewn, parts of animal
carcasses, flies everywhere, and general filth. There was one thing
missing, women; I was the only woman in sight. I assume the dinner time
topic in many homes that evening would be the indecently dressed, disgusting
American (so they thought) white woman on a bike with the nerve to come into
the market place with all the men.
Its 4am and I was just
outside. The sky is incredible; it looks thick with stars. One of
the riders studied astronomy and gave us a tour of the night sky. The
crescent moon lies horizontally rather than vertically, like at home.
The biking days since our rest day
in Dongola have been very long (+140km each day) and hot but without much
grade. Today will be the most climbing +500m, it will be noticed
especially since it promises to be hot again and I'm getting tired.
I still love the trip and all the
sights, I'm getting quite use to no toilets or showers in the desert. I
will stay in a hotel (I hope) in Khartoum (we will arrive the day after tomorrow).
Best Sight: A parade of camels being
ushered in a single line through the desert. A couple of camels stopped
to watch us pass by on our bikes.
Pleased to read your updates and learn that although tough, you are even tougher! Well done, Karen. Keep up the posts when you can as I thirst for your news. xxx Janice
ReplyDeleteI look forward to your posts for my vicarious ride through Africa. As usual I am feeling a little restless as I am home at the moment rather than moving somewhere. Good to see you have a functioning camera - I guess Amazon did not send you one by overnight post.
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