Dongola, rest day
A rest day, of sorts. The super-sketchy hotel offered its best interpretation of breakfast, but room temperature sausage in a dirty dining hall wasn’t appetizing. Settled for a tiny cup of instant coffee instead.
Breakfast is in fact the least of this hotel’s shortcomings. The walls and floors are filthy. The bathroom is a nightmare. But, there is hot water and laundry service and it’s the “cleanest” of the two Dongola hotels.
Day was spent wiping down the tent, cleaning the bikes and setting out about town to get provisions by foot and by charming tuk-tuk.
A passport was misplaced. Then, after much drama, found.