A disclamer, long overdue for this here blog; my overseas Engrish. Keyboards are crap, keys get stuck or don't work, computers are slow, and my brain is usually pretty fried by the time I get to one. My appologies, but I'm sure the typos are only just begining.
Here we are in Khartoum, alas not Cartoon, enjoying the luxuries of the big city. Last night a few of us went downtown to a giant shopping center to partake in the Sudanese version of the 'western world' for kicks. Engrish rount two. We all had Spashal Purgers with chips for dinner (sound it out....) Delicious!
I'm sure the Egyptian madness is all over the news back home, here you would have a hard time guessing anything was going on. Not a lot of news stands or radio's in the middle of the desert. Our last day of riding was our first sign that anything was happening as fleets of flat bed trucks carrying tanks, sped past us in the opposite direction, aka to the Egyptian boarder. Looks like that route is closing up behind us. A couple of sectional riders, who had bought connecting plane tickets home through Cairo are scrambling to re-book. As for the rest of us, all is tickity boo.
The second clue to a news story a thousand miles away, comes from the camp in which we are staying. We are currently staying in a UN enclosure which they use as a distribution centre for relief efforts elsewhere in the country. The last 24 hours have seen buses of Sudanese UN workers carrying giant blue UN bags, packing them into buses and hitting the highway headed south. Even driving around downtown, the passing of a UN 4x4 is never more than a block away.
We hit the road again tomorrow. In Ethiopia next week.
For my bantering and bambling interpreation of the desert, my TDA blog should be up in the next day or two:
http://www.tourdafrique.com/tours/tourdafrique/blog
Here we are in Khartoum, alas not Cartoon, enjoying the luxuries of the big city. Last night a few of us went downtown to a giant shopping center to partake in the Sudanese version of the 'western world' for kicks. Engrish rount two. We all had Spashal Purgers with chips for dinner (sound it out....) Delicious!
I'm sure the Egyptian madness is all over the news back home, here you would have a hard time guessing anything was going on. Not a lot of news stands or radio's in the middle of the desert. Our last day of riding was our first sign that anything was happening as fleets of flat bed trucks carrying tanks, sped past us in the opposite direction, aka to the Egyptian boarder. Looks like that route is closing up behind us. A couple of sectional riders, who had bought connecting plane tickets home through Cairo are scrambling to re-book. As for the rest of us, all is tickity boo.
The second clue to a news story a thousand miles away, comes from the camp in which we are staying. We are currently staying in a UN enclosure which they use as a distribution centre for relief efforts elsewhere in the country. The last 24 hours have seen buses of Sudanese UN workers carrying giant blue UN bags, packing them into buses and hitting the highway headed south. Even driving around downtown, the passing of a UN 4x4 is never more than a block away.
We hit the road again tomorrow. In Ethiopia next week.
For my bantering and bambling interpreation of the desert, my TDA blog should be up in the next day or two:
http://www.tourdafrique.com/tours/tourdafrique/blog
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