At long last we managed to leave Egypt, we boarded the ferry at Aswan headed for Wadi Halfa in Sudan. Four hours after boarding the ferry, we actually left the dock and another 24 hours later we arrived in Sudan. There is very little in Wadi Halfa and we survived on a diet of bread and something called Foul Beans which certainly lived up to their name. The truck was due to arrive on another ferry alady later, but in the spirit of the trip so far, this didn't run to plan, the ferry was no where to be seen and we hoped it would arrived the following day (Thursday). Indeed, the ferry did arrive the next day but in the evening after customs had closed, which meant that we would have to wait until Saturday as Friday is a day of rest. By now we had spent 4 days in Wadi Halfa where there is nothing to do except read. At long last we were in the truck and heading across the desert, one hour later and we were all out again digging the truck out of the sand, this was to become a regular pasttime and it didn't pass without a few minor injuries to hands, fingers and legs. A couple of days later we were in a small town half way to Khartoum called Abu Hamed, in order to leave this place we had to register at the police station, which was all going swimmingly until a couple of people on the truck whipped out their cameras to take photos of some classic cars that were outside the police building, in case you don 't know it is strictly forbidden to take photographs of almost everything in Sudan and in a flash the truck was swarming with cops searching for cameras (for which we didn't have permits), we hid them in bins, down our trousers, anywhere that we thought the cops might not choose to look, but of course they found a couple and to prevent them from being confiscated we agreed to take a cop along with us in the truck for the next part of the journey (he would be there to make sure we registered the cameras). Naturally we were all a bit pissed off by this point so we showed the cop to a seat at the back of the truck (the bumpiest bit), unfortunately for him, within five minutes of him looking quite excited about the expedition and waving goodbye happily to his cop friends, we hit a massive bump and he was catapulted head first upwards, hit the roof and then landed on one of our guys heads! Oops. We have arrived now (minus one cop) in Khartoum where there isn't a lot to do but the people are friendly and the atmosphere is good. Last night we went to see the Whirling Dervishes where we were something of a spectacle ourselves - 30 tourists in amongst hundreds of Sudanese people singing and dancing. Hopefully tomorrow we will head out towards Ethiopia...