Day 25 – In the Truck 86km Desert camp to Daka camp. A great night’s sleep helped restore my energy levels this morning but I still decided to ride the truck. The morning two hours were beautiful – sargom fields of yellow blowing in the breeze with gentle hills rising from the black lava dirt. We passed through three villages and it finally felt like Africa. – women in brightly colored wraps, small wide-eyed children, round mud huts with grass thatched roofs, sheep encircled in grass fences, and cyclists roaming the country side. Being high up in the truck, we could wave to everyone and see over the fences and into these huts that had woven cots and empty plastic jugs. Christiano remarked that it would take 3 years to poperly see this continent – with one night in each place, we definitely only get a taste of each place.
We reached lunch stop at 9:15am and by that time, not even the beauty of Sudan could keep me upright. I layed down as the nauisa kicked in. The bus drivers are amazing – navigating the dried fields (which apparently are flooded in the rainy season) – but the rocks and rolls were too much. It took me an hour and a half of nap to recover from the ride. When I sat up and looked around it looked like we are camping on the moon. It was neat to see camp unfold – the tarps roll out, the tables unfolded, and instant sound of chop chop chop of vegetables going into the soup. The riders started to roll in and I handed out fresh watermelon, bought by Len in the last village. People are pretty beat but a little soup and a lot of watermelon and the smiles are returning. I have decided that if I have an ounce of energy tomorrow, I will be on my bike.