As promised, I am posting again about our trip into the desert last week. Thanks to all who visited my blog yesterday and your kind comments. See yesterday's post here . I thought I'd add a little information on the Meroe pyramids to answer some of the questions posed on my post. Below is a photo of pyramid; only one. Promise!
I also said yesterday that when you visit the pyramids you have the whole place to yourself. Well we did. But as we returned to the entrance, we met six people who'd come to see the pyramids. According to the registration plates of their vehicles parked beside ours, they were diplomats visiting/from Khartoum. They were not at all friendly. I.e. they didn't return our greeting. We find this rather strange here in the Sudan. Grant and I are very keen to meet other people, but so far not one of the expats we've come across in the city, has been responsive to our effusive greetings.
Above are some very young vendors touting curios (hand- made replicas of the pyramids and wooden daggers) and jewelry
Above are several bracelets and a necklace which Grant bought from the young lads Everything costs SDG10/US$4.16 each. Each boy shouted the price out in English and begged me to buy from him.
|This dear vendor above was my favourite. Grant bought two old coins from him (SDG10 each!) . I noticed the string instrument and asked him what it is called. He said it is a qanun. He then played a tune for me. What a lovely man|
|This rocky outcrop reminded me of the World's View, the Matopos Hills in Zimbabwe (which is the burial place of Cecil John Rhodes) So I took a photo to remind me of my home country when I was a child - the then Southern Rhodesia|
|I was fascinated by the black rocks on the mountains. Grant maintains that the harsh weather and extreme heat has caused these rocks to crack up and darken. Any geologists out there have an opinion? Gaelyn, what do you think?|
|I photographed this chunk of black rock at the pyramid site. This is what the mountains (as photographed above) consist of. Once again, I thought of my dear blogger friend, Gaelyn when I zoomed in on this "nugget"|
|Each village we passed, had a mosque dominating the scene. There are many shapes and sizes Khartoum and in the desert we were not disappointed either. One village had two mosques which looked just like space rockets. And they were painted silver .|
There are a multitude of road trains on the highway between Khartoum and Port Sudan (which is the country's only port of entry) Even though we travelled on Friday, which is Sunday in the Sudan, we had traffic like this all the way up and back again
If you get behind a row of road trains (here we were overtaking five at once with three more up ahead) you can wait for ages to be able to pass them. This is only a single carriageway highway. Only in Africa!
|One heavy vehicle overtaking another. This is a scary sight when you see them coming up ahead!|
|Not to be left out, the donkey also travels on the highway and has the right of way|
|Friday afternoon, and we re-enter Khartoum. What a lovely day out in the desert. |
I hope you enjoyed the trip with me as much as I enjoyed sharing it with you.
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The Arabic for highway is Ţryq Sryʻ (pronounced trick-siree)
The Arabic for [road] traffic is Ḩrkh al-Mrwr ( literally traffic of the road - pronounced Harrukka a mirwa)