Day 21, 101 words

Abu Dolooa to Khartoum, 88 km

Today’s cycle is a short one, with the last 20 km under police escort through dusty streets to the heart of the city.

Khartoum is a mad, crazy, busy, crowded mess of a city. There’s garbage all over, and there’s no sidewalks.

But it maintains itself. It’s a city that appears to work within a noisy structure. It’s a city with confidence. A clear contrast to Cairo, which appears like a broken version of something that used to work.

We are camped on the grounds of the Grand Holiday Villa Hotel. Traffic honks, birds chirp, goats bleat.

It’s charming and calm.

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