I wrote a bit about the morning of Day 11 in yesterday’s post. We didn’t debark the “ferry” (I use that term loosely as it was the most crowded, rusting ship I have ever been on) until noon time. Then it was a process to fill out severl more forms of registration and immigration before we were allowed on our bikes to cycle the 6 km to our desert camp.
What a difference! We cycled through the small town of Wadi Halfa, and their was a marked hange in demeanor of people from Egypt. Children were curious and shyly waved. Women initiated smiles and waves under their colorful hijabs. Mens eyes were kind and welcoming. I talked with a couple at our campsite who were driving north from CapeTown to Cairo. They said that the Sudanese people are the most hospitable, gracious, and fair (i.e., no bartering). The fruit is delicious and the countryside beautiful. I can’t wait to experience it all for myself. Everyone on the tour keeps saying that it now feels like we are in Africa and the tour will begin.