Today I arrived in Aswan, Egypt. I traveled from Khartoum to Wadi Halfa to the Wuestenzug. The trip was impressive, but what was more nearly to the other passengers. Once again I was the White einziege on the train and all the attention focused on me. The Sudanese (or Sudanese or Sudani) are one of the most hospitable peoples that I have ever met. It has not allowed me to pay anything themselves. The two Egyptians and a Sudani invited me in my compartment to countless teas, coffees and even to dinner. The communication was as expected schwierg enormously. Nevertheless, we were very funny. I'm just not sure whether we have always laughed about the same. But no matter ... The desert was not only along the track but was eventually held on the train. Since the windows were permanently open, were deposited tons of sand from the train. There was a feeling, like sitting in front of a fan and someone constantly throwing sand in the wind stream. During the night we could only sleep in the shift change, because it had enough space to lie down. After 35 hours we were finally on target - in Wadi Halfa, at the southern end of Lake Nasser reservoir.
Wadi Halfa is a backwater that his only Sense due to the fact that the local port, the ferry runs once a week to Egypt. The whole village population is sitting the evening before the oeffenltichen TV's and is looking at with admiration wrestling videos. In the dormitories without running water, I had a bed next to an ugly guys with a skin disease. He scratched himself all night and when I woke up in the morning, I had his Hautfetzchen everywhere on my sleeping bag ... like snow! Uaaaaaaaa ... I hope it was not leprosy. The trip by ferry was then relaxed and free of problems. Only on arrival in Egypt, and the related passport control the chaos broke out. No wonder, because all the Arabs have more or less the same name - 'Hassan', 'Ahmed' or 'Mohammed', sometimes Mohammed Hassan and Hassan Ahmed, Mohammed or any other combination.
Now I'm in Aswan to visit tomorrow and will probably the Nubian Museum. In the evening I will probably go on a sunset cruise with a felucca (traditional sailboat). And on Saturday to go by train to Luxor on.
Until then, Inshallah!
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