Without exception the Sudanese met on the road are polite, respectful, honest, friendly, welcoming, generous and often well educated. Although not rich in varied landscape cycling through the desert has a hypnotising beauty. This time of year the climate is good and nights warm enough to sleep under the stars on the dunes. The only thing to watch out are the scarab beetles that hide in the sand and creep up on you!
Ferry ~ Aswan to Wadi Halfa
Bit of an ordeal due to the massive amount of luggage / boxes / sacks /TVs that everyone as trying to carry on. I even saw a fridge. I had to join the scrum to carry on the bike and panniers. On very fortunate outcome of this is the crossing of paths with fellow cycle tourer, Aurelien, who is cycling from Paris to Cape Town.
A fastidious chronicler of the journey he provides a for more detailed blog which can be viewed at huigaeb.blogspot.fr
We have made very good cycle companions. Evenings spent chatting, eating planning and doing chores means my blog has been somewhat neglected.
Wadi Halfa to Dongala
View over Wadi Halfa
Start of the desert roads that follow the Nile to Khartoum
Sudan has Sharia law, which means the town did not live up to its name.
There is gold to be found, although not by this man.
Occasional cafe is to be found serving tea and food
The road follows the Nile, but away from the river banks there is little sign of green
Afternoon breaks in the shade involve tea, snacks or full blown meals. A nice shaded spot next to the river
Tomb built by its eventual occupier 300 years ago. His relatives are also buried inside.
Crossing the Nile
Team of French archaeologists leading a gang of locals excavating a Necropolis of mini pyramids
Giant sand dune required a bit of difficult off off-roading to reach followed by a scramble to the top. Views were worth it in the end.
Temple of Soleb
Nearby informal guest house provided a break from the usual desert camping
Camel herders crossing the road
Most night spent spent sleeping under the stars away from the road in the silence of the desert
Saying hello the the locals. The most common word shouted out to us on the road is ‘welcome’