Ghosts and trains

It’s been a while since we had access to an up-to-date standards internet connection. So we entered Sudan. A massive country, beautiful, volatile and tormented by wars, famine and well…heat. Yes, heat. By average (our experiences average) Sudan rates at about 45 Celsius with a maximum of 50 degrees.

A bureaucracy paradise, with no trash management policies and systems. Tourism is a newly introduced term and serious western “affiliations” issues.

Sudan is beautiful and by beautiful I mean wild, vast, full of colors and different tastes. People here simply live. They live by whatever means their government allows them to. It’s hard to be living in an about 90% Islamic country, and by Islamic I refer to the hardcore, 5-times-a-day-we-pray, no-alcohol Islam…

We arrived in Wadi Halfa, the new Halfa. The old Halfa was drowned by the Nile, leaving the people of the small village in search of new land to home their families. Wadi Halfa is small. Tiny. We stayed there for a couple of days waiting for our cars to arrive, giving us the chance to meet with locals, visit the market .

After about 1000 klms. and many stops, we have arrived to Khartoum. The capital. Not much different to the small village of Halfa. Only huge… Still streets filled with trash, people everywhere, dirty as hell and the smell of fried fish and falafel lingering everywhere.

We need deet, we need shampoo, we need unleaded gas.