A Waiting Game
A full moon cast long shadows over camp. Throughout the night, the effulgent disc drifted its way across the night sky, its brightness extinguishing all but a handful of stars. Sudan is still except for several clusters of locals. They are huddled around one of three televisions, all broadcasting the Egypt football match. An Egyptian goal sends the spectators into a craze and they jubilantly pump dark fists and cheers into the night.
Trucks remain on the calm waters of Lake Nasser, or so we are told by officials. Thus today has been turned into a rest day. Riders descended on the town tasting the local brew of milk, honey and sesame seeds or experiencing the nuances of Egypt meets Sudan cuisine. We were surprised to see that the small border town of Wadi Halfa had quite a bit to offer.
Trucks have arrived as of 16:30 and everyone is excited to reacquaint themselves with their red boxes. Talks of new bridges and freshly laid tarmac have everyone in high spirits. We know a difficult road lies ahead, but this extra day of rest, coupled with a new country has everyone ready to hop on their bikes