Sudan is more than half over. I am in Khartoum. Since leaving Egypt I have ridden through and camped on more sand than I could ever imagine.
Managing hygiene is a challenge without water and lots of sand. I am doing it and keeping my equipment in decent shape.
The desert invades everything though. The bell on my bike stopped working from the grit. People have lost the use of breaks as their cables clog up. Fortunately we don’t need to use them. Riding into the dust or having a passing bus kick it into my face is irritating. I have resorted to wearing an aribic scarf. I look like I am from here until you see the color of my skin
I have met and spoken with many kind people. I went to the house of a local villager. I was introduced to the wives and other family member. We drank tea with camel milk. 🐪👎🏽.
The main wife wondered if we could send her a plastic water jug from America. They told us how marriage and family worked here. When we told them about match. Com they were interested to know of it worked better. I had to admit that it didn’t.
We all came into Khauroum with a hereo’s welcome. Escorted by police they closed the streets as we came through. People waived and cheered in large numbers. It was not staged its just that we passed many schools.
I am camped next to the Egyptian Coptic church. Not what I expected.