The tarmac road almost went to Dongola (gotta love the names here). In Dongola we picked up our inspector, Abir, a slender and very kind Sudanese woman. Between her and our drivers (Saif and Aimad) it seemed there were very few people along the route they didn't know.We left the tarmac and went off road.
I was astounded to see that a lot of the time we were doing up to 85 km/h on desert sand. There are much used tracks (trucks and other four wheel drives but also the pick-up truck taxis and busses) which are very soft in places. Being in the second car we were left in huge clouds of sand sometimes. Aimad slowed down but kept a good pace going although in one case we only managed to stop in time when a small accacia bush scraped our bumper. Makes you wonder what kind of bush would want to live in middle of the road, the Sudanese deathwish bush.
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Where have you gone, my son? Hurry back to the keys, it's been weeks since you gave me a bollocking..
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