The day we had set to leave Khartoum, we got up at 4:30ish and rolled out of the gates of our Youth Hostel at 6am. The roads in Khartoum were eerily empty – lucky for us also void of rainwater…
An unflinchingly barren landscape of sand, wind, and heat welcomed us into the north. Unable to enter Egypt, we wanted a taste of what our end destination could have been. We longed to see the gods we knew by heart from elementary school, to stare upon Isis and Horus and Amun, and to touch the... Read More