For the first time since leaving home over three months and seven thousand miles ago, we had ourselves a convoy. Yeehaw! As we left Wadi Halfa, Alex led in his Toyota, followed by Donkey, as Andrew and Angela had affectionately christened their Rover, with us, the tail end charlies bringing up the rear on Harri. It felt good to be travelling with like-minded people, but there was the nagging worry that we would not be quick enough, or able enough off road, and would end up being a burden on the others. Worries put to one side, we buzzed off into the Sudanese desert. Goodbye, maa salaama, good riddance, Wadi Halfa. The pleasure was all yours. The first thing that strikes you as you leave Halfa is just how different the country is to Egypt, the
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