At last we leave Khartoum. Everything is organised, plenty of water so that we could hardly sit in the back seats and after saying goodbye to our dear Sudanese friends we left for Dongola. The road was all tarred so it was an easy drive. Today we learned to rest between 2 & 6 o’ clock because then it gets very hot. We also met an English couple who have done a journey to all 4 corners of the world and are now on there way back to England. That night we slept in a hotel where we could watch the football games Romania vs Italy and Holland vs France and so we went to bed at 24 o’ clock.
The next day we got up early because we had to be in time for the ferry. It was haboub weather and there were some rough waves on the Nile. Mum was scared of course. Lots of cars and donkey’s and people were on the ferry. We met some Sudanese people on the ferry who were also going to Kerma and he said we could follow them. First some tar road and then road constructions, and now it becomes tracks in the sand. Because of the wind it was hard to follow the car before us, which was going very fast. So, on the way we lost him and we went the wrong road and had to ask people the way. They said that we were on the way to Abri. So we had to decide what to do. At last we went back to Kerma. In the souk we found a place with fresh fruit juices. Dad ordered from another place traditional breakfast: foul, brown beans, jibna that is cheese from the goats and eggs. It was nice and we also had a good view on the Nile. The place filled up with men in jellabia, those white dresses, and boys to see us eat our fatuur. But it was not annoying like it had been in Ethiopia. Then we drove of and found a quiet place along the Nile. We rested there because it was too hot to do something else. After 5 hours relaxing close to the Nile and under the palm trees, we set up camp at the edge of town. And with eating our usual pasta meal we were able to call it a tiring day.
The next day we got up early because we had to be in time for the ferry. It was haboub weather and there were some rough waves on the Nile. Mum was scared of course. Lots of cars and donkey’s and people were on the ferry. We met some Sudanese people on the ferry who were also going to Kerma and he said we could follow them. First some tar road and then road constructions, and now it becomes tracks in the sand. Because of the wind it was hard to follow the car before us, which was going very fast. So, on the way we lost him and we went the wrong road and had to ask people the way. They said that we were on the way to Abri. So we had to decide what to do. At last we went back to Kerma. In the souk we found a place with fresh fruit juices. Dad ordered from another place traditional breakfast: foul, brown beans, jibna that is cheese from the goats and eggs. It was nice and we also had a good view on the Nile. The place filled up with men in jellabia, those white dresses, and boys to see us eat our fatuur. But it was not annoying like it had been in Ethiopia. Then we drove of and found a quiet place along the Nile. We rested there because it was too hot to do something else. After 5 hours relaxing close to the Nile and under the palm trees, we set up camp at the edge of town. And with eating our usual pasta meal we were able to call it a tiring day.
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