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Where The Rivers Meet

Though it may be dusty and in a few places completely trashy, Khartoum has a certain beauty about it. Yes, I am still stuck here and slightly bored. However, I have come to realize in the past couple of days that Khartoum has a lot to offer. Firstly, where the Blue Nile and the White Nile meet is an awesome sight. From the bridge crossing the White Nile you can see the intersection and a mass of rapid moving water through an enormous city is quite astonishing. Unlike the Nile I saw in Egypt, here in Khartoum the street level is only a few feet from the water level and the water is moving very quickly. Across the river on the northern side a mosque with three minarets can be seen behind the papyrus. It is interesting to me that I see very few boats on the river. I expected to at least see locally made "canoes" but I have only seen one from a distance. Also, beautiful trees line the edges of Nile Street. They are perfectly inline with the sidewalk which suggests to me that they were planted long ago and are not natural. I find this to be a disconcerting because they seem to be the only large trees left in Khartoum.

Anyway, until I get my camera I can't show any of this to you and even then, its illegal to take pictures in Khartoum so it might not happen.

If I don't get my travel pass before Thursday I will be going camping north of Khartoum somewhere...hmm conflicting interests. When I was invited to go camping I found myself hoping that my pass won't come through until after the weekend. Crazy.

Aaron,

Found your blog through Kat's. Have to say, you're in an incredible place. I look forward to reading about your journey. Now that I find myself back in Australia, all the stuff that was once "stuff happening over there" is now "stuff happening over here."

Peace,
Chuck

I'd really like to see where the White and Blue Nile meet. If you get your camera...take a picture surreptiously.

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