Sand, sand everywhere and not a drop to drink

Or maybe it’s not a drop to eat. Or not a single clothes fibre that doesn’t have a million drops of sand in it. Or something like that

Im staying in a hotel in Khartoum. Yes, I’ll admit it – I wimped out of camping on my rest day. I decided I needed a bed, a toothbrush and clothes that aren’t saturated with sand. I wish I’d taken a picture of the bottom of the tub after first shower because it was completely brown.

It took a few tries to get my hair completely clean, but what a luxury it was to have hot running water! I won’t be taking that for granted again – I’ll cherish each one.