Day two in Abri, and we'd arranged to meet up with Magzoob, who we'd met the night before. We later worked out, that through the glories of pigeon English, and miscommunication, he got the impression that back in the UK I'm an author not a book designer. 2+2 then equalled 5, and he thought I was writing a travel guide to Sudan. At this point, he started trying his hardest to entertain and impress us, and quickly nominated himself as out guide around town, eager to get his name in my soon to be published book. By the time we'd figured this out, it was too late, and we just had to go along with it... At 9.30am Magzoob arrived in a 1978 Toyota Corolla, which was incredibly battered and bruised, but still had enough chrome
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