I ‘ve just arrived in Khartoum after a four-year gap, and this morning, it was pretty magical.
After a sleepless, jetlagged night, I went up to the rooftop of the Bougainvilla Guest House, where I’m staying at about 5 a.m.
It was still dark, the moon and stars were out, and a cool breeze swept across the patio. Four or five mosques started competing with each other, and the mullahs’ prayers bounced all around the darkened city.
I stayed there until the skies began to lighten, and the sun landed on the concrete buildings below and little birds with fanned tails flitted around the dirt streets. Khartoum by day is a hot and dusty city, so it was neat to see it this way.
No one in the city seemed in a hurry to wake up. A donkey cart and driver ambled across the dirt square below, and the air smelled of burnt sand. I wandered along one of the streets, where a few sleepy people were heading to work.
And after breakfast I’ll have all the fun of sorting out registering with the police and getting a SIM card.
(Posted Sat. Nov.19, 2011 by Alison Bate/pix revised Nov. 22, 2020)