One month ago:

-Then it’s decided? We’re going to Sudan?
-Yeah, but this time you’re taking me to the pyramids!
-We’ll see if we can make it. Inshallah.
-And the camels. To the pyramids with the camels!

Last week:

After 4 hours by car, and before that, a ride with 1 rickshaw and 2 buses to the outskirts of Khartoum … We arrived. And at the last turn towards the old royal tombs on the horizon we were spotted. From one side a rider on a white camel, from the other a group of Bedouin boys running with all their might towards our car and shouting with their treasure for sale – handmade sandstone souvenirs – small pyramids in their hands.

Camels were also waiting for us and with great joy and admiration I was able to ride the white male camel, which was the first to greet us and accompany us on the way to the parking lot.

And then there were scenes of the ancient pyramids, which still stand against all odds and, despite the partially damaged image due to the ruthless treasure hunters, still manage to take your breath away. In the saddle high above the ground, you approach them with enthusiasm and a kind of awe, as these majestic Nubian tombs leave you speechless.

The late afternoon sun was our companion just high enough that we could enjoy the most beautiful views of the Saharan dunes, and the heat wore off towards the end of the day. Our “movie like” expedition wouldn’t be complete without the wind. So many thoughts and feelings filled me. I’m really here. So far away from home. Among the resting places of ancient queens and kings. They are called Great grandparents of the descendants who are still among us. Their villages are here in the north of Sudan along the river Nile. – Where’s your family from, Tamer?- From Dongola, in the north.

Into the sunset without any words. Just a smile on my face.

P. S.: I will write more on the history of the pyramids soon.

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