The origin of this quote is disputed, but it certainly applies perfectly to the journey I took in 1980, my "in at the deep end" introduction to camping. My Camping 101. Our return to Khartoum was very anti-climatic. Someone thought to acquire a newspaper. Bouncing around, in the middle of no-where for over two weeks, … Continue reading Camping 101
Having lost a few more precious hours when our truck fell in the river, we pressed hastily on, and promptly ran into another time waster. As we passed a small village in the distance, Taff slowed the truck and brought it to a halt as we saw a police jeep chasing out to intercept us. … Continue reading Wasting time
After carefully selecting a rut in which there appeared to be no snake hole, I threw down my sleeping bag and backpack and joined the others for our tasty evening meal. It was something out of a pot. It tasted of curry but I couldn't say what it was. As darkness fell, I heard the … Continue reading Food for the wildlife
The second night of my introduction to camping was spent on the banks of the White Nile. How exotic and romantic it sounds. I'll give it this, our campsite outside Mongala was the nicest of the entire trip. The ground was flat, the riverbank edged with tall bushes and scant trees, enabling Tim to erect … Continue reading Humor lag…?
There were sixteen of us, taking this trip to Sudan, led by a British couple. We were to fly south to Juba, but our flight was delayed and over the next three days, we became well acquainted with the exceedingly scruffy domestic terminal of Khartoum Airport. The only facility it had available was a very … Continue reading Getting underway