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.