Sep
6
I met Ras while exploring a dock. He was reading a book and enjoying the shade. We exchanged greetings and I explained that I was looking for a place to swim.
An hour later, we were skipping up the Blue Nile in his motorboat. The remainder of the evening was spent splashing around, smoking hookah, and playing the acoustic guitar with a group of Sudanese gentlemen we encountered when we moored to the shore.
But Ras wasn’t finished with his hospitality. The next day, we rode around Khartoum on his scooter. I ate more weird foods, listened to more reggae than I ever had before, and got a look at the markets in Bahri.
As a side note, every Sudani I met was kind and honest. A refreshing change.
