Day 23, 99 words

Day 23, 99 words

Khartoum to Rufaa, 148 km

Leaving Khartoum means leaving the harshest desert behind.

Instead we enter grasslands. And with that comes livestock. Chicken farms, cows herded from pasture to pasture, and everywhere we turn, goats!

So many goats.

A police escort follows us out of the city and onto a highway with no shoulders. But now with much more courteous drivers. Even the buses now slow down to make room.

The riding has become less frantic. Perhaps we have also now acclimated to African roads.

Many children running to the edge of the road, arms raised high. Excitedly yelling “hello!” And “Welcome”.

Most heartening.