The boredom of riding in a truck endlessly, without a single thing to see, was about to be relieved. We had been following the White Nile, all the way from Juba, but now it seemed we were on the wrong bank. To continue as we were would get us to Khartoum eventually. But if we … Continue reading Crossing the river
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…?