Sudan

Day 1 – 2/11/12

The ferry docked in Wadi Halfa at ~ 12:00. From the distance the town is as dismal as the blogs suggest. The efficient Sudan bureaucracy was quickly aboard and the tourists were issued with their travel passes.

Magdi (0121730885) was there to greet us and after a bit of push and shove our little group was on the quay side. Magdi ushered us to the customs building some 300 m away, no small effort in the heat. We quickly passed through customs and then had to lower our standards and take a Land Rover taxi to town.

Avril had ordered the best place in town. AND, to our surprise we were given a room with evaporative cooling, fridge and en-suite bathroom, but no windows. The rooms were dirty and grimy and Avril inspected 5 before selecting our room and then got the local staff to carry out a superficial clean. The lack of cleanliness continues to amaze us; there was dirt and falling plaster on the beds and floor, the residue of the previous guest in the bathroom, the balcony was littered with discarded plastic bottles etc. But, we were pleased to have some cooling.

We then gathered with Magdi to discuss the forward program. Magdi called Mahmoud in Aswan and was informed that the barge would leave Aswan 18:00 that day. In the mean -time, Ray had asked Samir to also call Mahmoud from Cairo and he was told that the barge would leave the next day, Saturday. The lies continued even after we had left Egypt!  Magdi said that he does not believe or trust the Egyptians.

Magdi had also arranged for the official who issues the Photo Permits to come to the hotel and we got this small piece of bureaucracy out of the way. The cyclists and walker were keen to start the next day and register with the police in the morning. Arrangements were made to do this.

We ate at a local restaurant; deep fried Nile Perch and beans (foul and fasoulia also on offer).

Canjan Hotel. N 21⁰ 47’ 41.6’’ E 31⁰ 20’ 52.9’’

Day 2 – 3/11/12

We were up early to wave off Hannah, Diarmaid and Chris. But, Magdi came around and informed the cyclists and walker that, as it was the weekend they could not register with the police (this must be done within 3 days of arriving). Once again, erroneous information! So they decided to stay an extra day.

Ray wandered with the others to the local market to get some fruit & veg; Avril just relaxed.

We wrote the blog, Avril did some clothes washing and we chatted to the group and passed the time.

Ray managed to contact Mahmoud (who for once answered his phone) and was told the barge would arrive in the afternoon the next day. More lies??? Time will tell.

Chicken for dinner.

Day 3 – 4/11/12

Again, we were up early to wave off Hannah, Diarmaid and Chris. This time they managed to register and depart. Magdi came around with the Registration stamped in our passports. Another administrative task completed.

Given the time delay, we were concerned about the state of the accommodation module batteries. It was super hot and the fridge was probably working overtime. As a precaution, we had put a number of frozen water bottles in the fridge. But, with the assurance that the barge would arrive 16:00 on Saturday and the risk of theft, we decided not to put the solar panels out. We now feared that all our fridge contents will be mush.

Our other concern was that we have flights back to Australia from Addis Ababa on the 14^th November. With all the delays, time was running short.

Chicken for lunch.

Later in the day Magdi phoned us to say he has spoken to the barge captain and the barge has only just arrived near Abu Simble. No chance it would arrive that day. The barge must have left on Saturday, not Friday as promised. To Magdi.

We all decided to go for a tuktuk ride but as we left the building a local man with a top range Landcruiser jumped up and offered to take us for a ride. We all piled into his car and were given a tour of the village. On the way we ran into Mizat, the other local fixer. He told us that our barge only left on Saturday and would arrive tomorrow morning. He also said the Egyptians just lie!

Over our chicken dinner Anna’s brother texted that Brian’s EPERB device was showing that the barge had stopped on the Egypt/Sudan border. So, tomorrow it was! We were all left to wonder at the blatant and useless lying of the Egyptian officials.

Day 4 – 5/11/12

After a restless nights sleep, our little group met for breakfast and then went to the town to get a tuktuk to the port. Magdi reported that the barge was yet again running late and would not dock at 08:00 as planned.

We arrived at the port at ~ 10:00 and were super excited to see the barge arriving, with our vehicles. After docking, Ray rushed aboard to start the engine and hopefully salvage some of the fridge stuff. There were boxes packed all around and almost over the car. We only noticed later that the workers loading the barge had used the bonnet of the vehicle as a platform for loading and put a bad dint in it. All 3 bikes had minor items stolen. We managed to offload the vehicle with a minimum of fuss. The steel ramps that Nile Valley Navigation Company promised would be loaded in Aswan were not there (surprise, hey) and we broke the packing pallets they had placed down as a ramp in the process of unloading.

We were soon off the dock and completed the customs process and paperwork very quickly. Unfortunately the official who accepted money had gone to the bank and so we needed to wait for him. The port authorities allowed us to leave and pack the vehicles whilst Magdi waited to pay the necessary fees and get receipts for us. We were impressed with the efficiency and common sense of the Sudanese officials.

We were finally on the road at 13:45. It was an extremely hot day, mid 40s and we met Chris, the walker, around 50 km out of Wadi Halfa, in the middle of a very barren landscape – harsh desert. With the heat, wind, lack of shade and desert environment, it was a punishing time for the walkers and cyclists. We were very worried about Chris. Later we bumped into Diarmaid and Hannah who were also struggling – we gave them some snacks and lots of encouragement!

After a time the road joined the Nile. We drove alongside the thin strip of vegetation and a considerable amount of housing.

Our group; Brian & Anna and the bikers, Rob, Rob & Rick camped beside the eastern Deffufa (ancient mud building) near the village of Kerna. Whilst the mound of bricks may be > 3,500 years old, from a tourist perspective, it was not that impressive.

Avril driving; 338 km; 104.5; N 19⁰ 36’ 08.6’’ E 030⁰ 26’ 36.1’’. A high standard tar road until we headed to the Deffufa. The corners were not cambered all that well, so we needed to slow for turns.

Day 5 – 6/11/12

The night noises were appropriate for the rural setting; donkeys, occasional cow, dogs and roosters to greet the morning. We were up for sunrise and visited the Deffufa. Having seen the eastern one, we decided that it was not exciting enough to see the western.

We drove through to Dongola and bought some veg and bread. We then drove to Jebel Barkal (the Holy Mountain – actually more of a hill than a mountain), and lunched by the pyramids there. We went to see the Temple, but there was an entrance fee and the guide book said it was ruined, so we did not bother.

We then drove on to Arbata where we joined the main road to Khartoum. After the freedom of the desert roads, it was tiring to have a large number of trucks on this road.

We turned off the main road at the Meroe pyramids, where we camped the night.

Apart from the thin border along the Nile, the drive was through some uninteresting desert – very flat.

We noticed that the driving standard was much higher than a lot of other places we have been to on our journey. There were no mad, needless manoeuvres to gain an extra mm and at check points one line formed rather than people forming 10 lanes and aggressively bumping, hooting etc to push in, truck drivers allowed space for overtaking etc.

Sudanese have a reputation for hospitality and friendliness. Along the way we got lots of waves and greetings. It was very nice to note that the women here seem more emancipated. They are quite happy to greet you and chat a bit. Their scarves are not pulled tight, but rather draped lightly and they often show their hair.

Avril driving; 621 km; 10 hrs; N 16⁰ 55’ 57.2’’ E 033⁰ 44’ 54.5’’. Again, we were on good standard tar the whole day.

Day 6 – 7/11/12

We had a quiet, desert camp near the Meroe pyramids. Some of the local kids set up an impromptu souvenir store for us, near the camp But it is a bit hard for us to buy along the way as we do not have the space. The Sudaneses respect one’s personal space and a local chap came and chased the kids away. After a leisurely start to the day, we visited the pyramids. It is a fairly large site and we basically had the whole area to ourselves. Unfortunately the pyramids here are not intact. An Italian bloke dynamited the top off all the pyramids looking for treasure in ~ 1834.

After the pyramids we went on to the two temple complexes at Musawwarat Es sufra and Naqa. The sites are probably more interesting to a keen archaeologist rather than a casual tourist. There was not all that much of them and after the grandeur of Egyptian temples, they are small and without a lot of detail.

Driving from one temple complex to the other, we managed to get bogged in the only bit of sand around. Brian towed us out, one of the many advantages of travelling with others. The drive itself was quite interesting across the desert and scrub. In contrast to other parts of Africa, there was not a lot of people or livestock around.

The day took a bit longer than expected and we did not arrive at the Blue Nile Yacht Club until after dark. We went to the local “Steers” restaurant for dinner.

We were very unimpressed with the facilities at the Blue Nile Yacht Club – a traditional overlander camp. They were very dirty and there was no water in the girls’ shower for the whole time we were there.

Ray driving; 301 km; 9 hrs; N 15⁰ 36’ 41.7’’ E 032⁰ 32’ 03.5’’

Day 7 – 8/11/12

We spent the day doing a few chores and hanging out at the (only) a/c shopping centre, the temperature remained in the high 30’s to low 40’s. Ice Cream was a key factor in Avril’s decision to shop there.

Avril had a “chat” to the camp site manager about the ablutions and he variously said: “not all Sudanese are nice” (our experience was that he was the only exception to the accepted norm that in fact all Sudanese are very nice); pointing to the mess in the club camp area “Africa is dirty, you should get used to it” and with the lack of water “Africa does not have water”. We were still expected to pay full price!

We also tool a taxi to the junction of the Blue and White Nile

Day 8 – 9/11/12

We set off very early with the aim of getting to a camp ground on Lake Tana in Ethiopia. However, the traffic gods were against us. The commercial traffic was heavy, the road conditions not great (though the road is paved the whole way, at times we felt like we were riding a mechanical bull) and police and other stops meant we did not make the time we wanted to.

The toll booths are an interesting experience; there is a chap standing outside and he has a witch’s hat which he places in front of each car as they (finally) get to the booth. It seemed to us that a critical KPI was his ability to have a long conversation with each car. He would then take any money due and pass it to the man in the booth. The man in the booth would then hand- write a receipt and stamp it. He would hand it back to the chap outside the booth who would the pass it to the driver.

As we made our way south, the desert gave way to Sahel type country and then a massive cereal cropping area with huge paddocks. There were a couple of small mountain ranges, kopjes, to break the endless flat plains. We also noticed that the houses changed from the typical flat desert house to a traditional circular structure with a conical grass roof.

We made sure we filled up our tanks (gasolina here) as it was supposed to be a lot cheaper than Ethiopia.

As seems to be our habit, we arrived at the post at prayer time. But, it seemed to us that prayer time = the time we get there i.e. it bares little or no resemblance to the time on a watch. Anyway, we waited for an hour for the man with the stamp to come back. Whilst waiting, we changed a rear tyre that had developed a leak. Tyres again!

The formalities on both sides of the border were quick and efficient – when the person was there.

It remained very hot all the time.

Sudan Summary

We like Sudan. The folks are as welcoming as their reputation – always lots of waves and smiles. We did not find the bureaucracy too hard and the Sudanese try to make it easy e.g. with the forms being done on the ferry, allowing us to leave the port area even though we had not completed all the customs formalities. It was a delight to drive with people who are not aggressive, who do not push in and show consideration for other drivers.

The roads are mostly good to OK. “Wild Camping” is easy and no hassle.

The biggest downer was that it was hot the whole time we were there.

The Bradt guide was useful = 8/10. Again, the Riese Knowhow maps were very disappointing. 

Egypt

Day 1 – 19/10/12

The crossing into Egypt was as chaotic and bureaucratic as anticipated.

Immigration took only 5 minutes. They could not issue a visa there (apparently they did not have the facilities to accept money) so took an innovative step of giving us an entry stamp, but we will need to buy the visa on exit. To get the stamp we had to go through a dark and very dingy office complex to the departures hall. In this area, we also managed to change some money with the ‘changers” and buy an active SIM card.

After this, the post stopped for Friday prayers. Following a 20 min wait, we queued for a customs inspection. In typical Egyptian fashion, this involved many traffic lanes merging into a single lane, people pushing in etc. Fortunately a “facilitator” had decided we were his dinner ticket for the day and quietly attached himself to us. He directed the traffic to make sure we got into the queue. The customs inspection took some time. They hopped into the box and made a complete mess. They also opened most of our doors to have a look inside the cupboards. Then a lot of our bags had to be x-rayed. Avril was concerned with the security of our bags, as they exited the x-ray unit around a corner, so she kept a very keen eye on events.

The rest was very confusing. But it did involve handing over money at regular intervals. The carnet bloke was one of the most obese people Ray had seen and he proved to be a big delay in the process. Some of the offices were exceptionally hard to find in the dark rabbit warren office complex.

Anyway, after ~ 3 hours we had our carnet stamped, new number plates for the vehicle, insurance, a laminated Egyptian card with the vehicle registration details on it.

The facilitator was well worth the UK £ 20 we paid!!!

We then drove to Masa Matruth and arrived just at dark. We stayed at the Beau Site Hotel. Avril negotiated for us to get the residents rate – LE 377. It is a very nice hotel with BEER and a fine dinner (unfortunately Ray managed to get a very bad dose of diarrhoea from the dinner).

Ray driving; 370 km; 9 hrs; N 31⁰ 21’ 44.1’’ E 027⁰ 13’ 16.06’’

Day 2 – 20/10/12

We drove straight to Cairo – and were pleasantly surprised at how smooth the traffic flowed. A number of the very bad intersections we remembered have been replaced by traffic lights etc.

Tony & Jo Pearce had kindly invited us to stay with them, which was fantastic. So we chatted with them and had a beer and a very delicious BBQ dinner.

Avril driving; 449 km; 5 hrs; N 29⁰ 57’ 23.5’’ E 031⁰ 15’ 57.7’’

Day 3 – 21/10/12

Samir, our driver from when we lived in Cairo, had taken leave and rented a car so he could drive us around. Our 1^st chore was to apply for Ethiopian Visas. The address on the internet was incorrect, so it took some  time to find the embassy. When we did, we were a bit late for a same day service.

We then went to the Australian embassy to get a letter for the Sudan visa. This involved us executing a “stat dec” absolving Australia of any involvement in assisting us if we had issues in Sudan. The letter basically said that as Australian Passport Holders, we were Australian citizens! We met one of the staff there, Christine, and had a good natter for a couple of hours.

We then caught up with Dr Mustafa, the BG doctor, had a chat and got his advice on some drugs. Then we went to the pharmacy to get dozycycline for Malaria and Ray’s statins for 5 months.

In the evening we caught up with Dave and Mary Simmonds. They had done the Sudan ferry and most of the route we will do, so we got their advice and GPS tracks etc.

Day 4 – 22/10/12

In the morning Ray took the car for a service. Then Samir drove him back to pick up Avril and to collect our Ethiopia visas at ~ 13:30. Then to the Sudan embassy. However, they only take passports between 09:00 and 13:00, so we missed the day’s window.

It seems to us that Cairo’s traffic is worse than ever and we spent ages in the car. In addition, the air pollution was worse than we remembered.

Day 5– 23/10/12

Another frustrating day. We arrived before the Sudan embassy opened, the doors opened at 09:00, but the staff did not attend until 09:30. TIA. Then, we were told (very rudely) that we could not pick up our passports until tomorrow. This seemed to be at the whim of the visa official. The USA passport holder behind us could collect his at the same day at 14:00, but was charged $150, not the $100 we were charged. There were a couple of Brits there as well, and they did not need Ethiopian visas nor a letter from their embassy.  TIA

Ray went back at 14:00 and managed to see the consular official and the visas were ready, but we can only collect tomorrow. Mmmm, this attitude may explain some of the issues in Sudan. TIA

Ray picked up the car, which seemed to have been given a very decent service. He also purchased a new tyre to replace the new BFGoodrich that had developed a bubble. Very unfortunately only a similar BFGoodrich was available. We will run on the Goodyear  and hope tha itt lasts and keep the new BFGoordich as a spare.

Avril went and visited some of her old stomping places – one of her many tennis clubs where the gatekeeper, the coaches and the ballboys recognised her after an absence of 5 years! Avril claimed that it was because she was a good player and a nice person, while Ray reckons it was because she was a good “tipper”!! Even the greengrocer and the flower-seller remembered her!

We had been investigating the ferry from Aswan to Wadi Halfa in Sudan. With the Eid period, unfortunately, they had decided not to run the ferry over the holiday period. However, there was an additional ferry on Thursday 1^st November. We spoke to the famous/infamous Mr Salah (01283160926), who apparently now only does the people ferry. He told us that with the Thursday departure we needed to start the departure process very quickly on Tuesday. There was a suggestion that the vehicle ferry may depart on Tuesday. He gave us the number of Mr Rashaad (?) (01090772410) who apparently now organises the vehicle and cargo barge. We called him and spoke to him in both English and Arabic and confirmed that we had a place on the barge for the vehicle and would also be able to get tickets for the passenger ferry, also leaving on the same Thursday (Nov 1^st). We felt quietly confident that things would work out.

Day 6– 24/10/12

Another day of chores. We picked up our passports complete with visas. Ray then went to get the new tyre fitted to the rim, only to find that they had put a 17” tyre in the car rather than the 16” Ray had pointed to. So, another trip into town. Lesson: not enough QA by Ray! The tyre was then put on the rim. Avril sorted out the clothes and cleaned the accommodation module. Then, chores finished, we relaxed.

Ray went for coffee with Nebil Younis, a colleague from BG days. After coffee, Nebil took Ray on a diesel/solar/naptha/gasoil hunting expedition. There is a major shortage of diesel in Egypt. Apparently, cash strapped, they have not paid for recent deliveries and so, the traders and banks have stopped delivering. This has meant that some of the foreign exchange earners e.g. tourism have suffered and some trips etc to Luxor have been cancelled. Folks do not seem to be happy at all with the new government here. Anyway, we found a place that was getting a delivery that night and resolved to go very early the next day.

Tony, Jo and family left for a trip to Singapore and Bangkok, so we were “home alone”. A huge thanks to them. It was very nice to have a luxury pad to return to after the day’s exploits.

Day 7– 25/10/12

It was the start of the Eid holiday and so the roads were not too busy. We returned to the previously identified service station and after queuing for 30 minutes managed to fill our tanks.

We then drove to Soma Bay, a Red Sea resort area south of Hurgada. There was a mess up with our booking and the reception staff decided that “giving attitude” was the way to resolve this. As you can imagine, this did not go down too well with Ray and he had a wee chat to the manager. A solution was found, but it did leave a sour taste. We found that the Sheraton at Soma Bay was OK, but as they charged us European type rates, it was poor value for money.

On the way we did manage to fill up with diesel once.

Then, we had a chance to relax, with a walk around the resort complex and along the beach.

Avril driving; 507 km; 6 hrs; N 26⁰ 50’ 46.8’’ E 033⁰ 59’ 48.7’’

Day 8– 26/10/12

A relaxing day around the pool, reading and swimming. Dave and Mary Simmonds came to the hotel for a chat and a bit of lunch. On the return to their hotel, they reported that there was diesel back towards Hurgada, so Ray jumped in the car and made a successful dash to fill up the tanks.

Day 9– 27/10/12

We relaxed around the pool in the morning and in the afternoon drove to Luxor. There is no convey anymore, which makes the trip a little easier and more convenient. The drive is mainly through the desert to the Nile and then along a canal for ~ 60 km. The initial stages are along a wadi and are quite spectacular. The drive along the canal gives a good idea of the villages and farming in the Nile valley.  Again, the Eid holiday meant there was not a lot of traffic so we had an easy time.

We found the Rezeiky Camp quickly. On arrival we were informed that there was a group of children (turned out to be ~ 100+!) but the noise should stop at 21:00 or 22:00 latest. We met an American biker (Rob) and had a few cold beers. We then retired and waited for 21:00 or 22:00.

Ray driving; 429 km; 10 hrs; N 32⁰ 48’ 59.3’’ E 012⁰ 22’ 42.6’’

Day 10– 28/10/12

As intimated, we had the night from hell. The children were continually excited/reved up by the organisers. Initially there was a band and later the organisers reverted to a loud hailer/bull horn to ensure maximum noise. The children were organised for games and this seemed to involve even more noise, yelling, stamping, clapping etc. At 23:00 Ray went to have a chat to management and though they sympathised, they did nothing. Then at 23:45, Rob, who had a room at the hotel also had words and successfully removed the loud hailer from the mix. After 00:00 most of the kids went to bed but some ~ 8 yo’s stayed up to 02:00 playing soccer. We will not even mention the chickens and dogs in the compound.

Anyway, having had no sleep and finding out the kids were there for a further couple of days, we managed to get a room in the Luxor Sheraton (but our points balance is now very low!!).

We went for a walk to Luxor temple and had a bite of lunch at a balcony overlooking the temple. We went for a walk along the Cornishe, but the experience was not very pleasant. Every 2 minutes you have to go through the ritual: “Hello. Where are you from? Welcome etc” then comes the inevitable: do you want a felucca, see my shop, horse carriage, taxi, clothes, scarf etc etc etc etc. So, instead of having a nice walk along the Nile, it became an ordeal to just get to a destination. We appreciate they are only trying to make a living and are always polite. It seems that tourist numbers are way down, so that may also give additional pressure. However, there is no recognition of the needs of the tourist, maybe they would just like a quiet stroll. The consequence of this is that most tourists stay in their hotels and are bussed to the sites. They do not want the hassle.

We had heard that some Naptha/diesel/solar/gasoil maybe available from a point under the bridge heading into town. So, we quickly scurried along and managed to get our tanked filled. This was “black market” fuel (from an ordinary pump etc). The cost was LE 1.50 v LE 1.1 normally. Still very cheap.

We then went to the Sheraton, which has been refurbished since last time we were here and sat around the pool sans children’s carnival for the afternoon. In the evening we went to the Karnak sound & light show. The show has changed since our last visit, but we still enjoyed being in the temple complex.

Rezeiky Camp is very basic. Given the African/Arab approach to ablutions, you can imagine the state of the facilities with so many kids. The owners were apologetic, but it would really take a lot to get us to go back.

Avril driving; 429 km; N 32⁰ 48’ 59.3’’ E 012⁰ 22’ 42.6’’

Day 11– 29/10/12

We drove to Aswan. On the way, we visited the Edfu and Kom Ombo temples. We have been to both temples a few times before, but it was still great to wonder at the ancients, their religion and their buildings. The commercial activities, shops etc are kept outside the temple complex, so you can enjoy the temples without hassle. That said, the kids in the car parks are very persistent with their begging and demands – it seems the only way to get rid of them is to be rude from the beginning. It is a pity, but they are very persistent and take any sign of politeness as weakness and a reason to go in harder.

We managed to fill with fuel just before Aswan – a real bonus. Then we went on a recce to ensure we knew where the various offices we would need to visit to organise the car were located in Aswan and the port. We sent texts messages to Mr Salah and Mr Rashaad to let them know we had arrived.

We then went to Adam House, the only place to camp in Aswan. The facilities are very basic. The vehicles camp under some trees ~ 3 – 4 m from the road.

We met Anna (Swedish) and Brian (Zimbabwean) overlanders with a Landcruiser, Rob (RSAer) with a motor bike) and Diarmaid (Irish) and Hannah(Scottish)  who are cycling down the east side. It was wonderful to meet other folks on a similar journey.

They had been waiting variously for up to 2 weeks for the ferry, but had been told it would load the next day. So, we hurriedly packed bags for a few days in Aswan without the vehicle. This all seemed positive.

Ray driving; 429 km; 10 hrs; N 32⁰ 48’ 59.3’’ E 012⁰ 22’ 42.6’’

Day 12– 30/10/12

As you can imagine camping close to the road meant only one thing, traffic noise. Apparently the village is “quiet” and “small”. The traffic was heavier than Bourke St on a Saturday night. Small must be a comparative term? In common with a lot of Egypt, there are also packs of feral dogs (though they seem to have had a culling in Cairo). The dog packs around Adam House looked to have taken up the wolf approach and howled/barked in competition most of the night. The 04:30 call to prayer came from at least 10 mosques in the area and was not the “normal” 5 – 10 minutes but went on for 30+ min.

Soooo, we did not get a lot of sleep.

We wanted to get to the port early and see what the administrative burden and procedures for the vehicle were. We asked at the gate and were told to chat to Mr Mahmoud Idries (01006845201). Mahmoud, an employee of Nile Valley Navigation Co arrived soon after and we chatted. He then went inside to see what the story was. In the meantime, we phoned Mr Salah and he said, we needed to talk to Mr Rashaad. So, when Mahmoud returned, we said we wanted to do this. This meant we needed to get a pass for Ray to enter the port and this involved a LE 10 bribe to the police at the gate – no option. Ray sat with Mr Rashaad for some time whilst they confirmed that Wadi Halfa could accept the vehicle barge and that there was space for our car, Brian’s vehicle and Rob’s motorbike.

Ray then went outside and chatted to the other travellers about the situation. The ferry would not load that day, but we needed to be there early the next day to complete procedures and load the vehicles. 100%.

Mahmoud also said that a fixer, Kamal would have to arrange to have the court clearance (to say we did not have any traffic infringements) done and have the traffic police come to the port to return our Egyptian car registration and number plates and to have the carnet signed. Also, having read other blogs, we were confident that we could complete the formalities ourselves. But, we did not want to rock the boat so went along with the fixer.

Brian was a little nervous as another fixer, Mohamed Abouda (01225111968) had tried to latch onto them and was now threating that if they did not use/pay him he would make sure their car did not make the barge. Nice!!

We spent the rest of the day doing internet ad having a few beers. 

Day 13– 31/10/12

With the noise, we had another poor night’s sleep. We got to the port early and Mahmoud came to look after us. A group of 3 Finish lads in a Landcruiser also show up. At 09:30 “our” fixer, Kamal showed up. He immediately came across as a buffoon (drunk or high on hasheesh!).  We all paid our LE 10 bribe to be allowed to enter the port.

Mahmoud took the drivers to purchase barge tickets for the vehicles. But, the men selling the tickets needed instructions from their boss, so we waited for him. This boss is a small, blind man who yells aggressively and a lot. After a shouting match between the blind man and Mahmoud, we were allowed to purchase tickets but a Sudanese man was “bumped” from the barge. After paying, we were very confident – given we had tickets, we were on the way.

The drivers returned to the vehicles and as we had barge tickets and port entry passes we were allowed to proceed through the gate. We stopped immediately after the entry gate for a customs inspection. Kamal instructed us to pay LE 40 to the customs official. Given he had pre-agreed this with the official, we had no real choice. The quid pro quo is that we were not searched. The customs man leered at Avril through the window and made some inappropriate comments. He moved onto Brian’s car and found an excuse to extract further funds (they had a fishing knife in their car!). He leered at Anna and again made some very inappropriate remarks and also invaded her personal space. Mmm, Ray thought any more of that and we would have had some very serious words.

We then proceeded to the customs area to get our carnets stamped. The Finish boys took the opportunity to race ahead of everyone (they were the 4^th vehicle in line). They are the 1^st Finish people we have met and this did not go down well. Ray told them their behaviour was inappropriate.

The Carnet stamping man, Mr Hamam (?) then said that the barges would not be loaded until tomorrow, so we had the option of leaving our cars there (LE 30) or coming back tomorrow and completing the paper work. Given we had our tickets, we were confident that tomorrow would be fine and so we all decided to camp another night.

Later that afternoon one of the group received a call from Mahmoud. There was a problem and he needed to see us. So we all gathered at 20:30 (Mahmoud managed to get lost on the way). The barge our vehicle was booked on also needed to have general cargo loaded. Customs had not cleared all the cargo and the Sudanese’s fixer who was to pay for the freight, buggered off for Eid and had not been seen and had not paid. The best guess was Saturday! This was a problem for us as we needed to take the passenger ferry the next day (Thursday) and this would have meant leaving our vehicles at Aswan with no guarantee when they would leave. We debated and argued and it was agreed we would see the port management in the morning to see if we could rent a separate barge or work out any other way to get an earlier departure.

Day 14– 1/11/12

Again another poor night’s sleep, with the added stress of not being certain about our vehicle.

We arrived at the port early and Ray and Rob went to see Mr Rashaad and his boss Mr Fouaad. Mahmoud did the talking, explaining that we could not wait until Saturday for our vehicles to leave and we were looking for a solution. The solution was that we could put our vehicles on another barge that was currently loaded with lentils. However, we needed to shift some of the bags of lentils to make space! We needed to organise some labour to shift the bags. This seemed like a good solution and was endorsed by Mr Rashaad and his boss. We later saw Mr Rashaad on the lentil barge looking over things.

Mahmoud went looking for the labour organiser and we purchased our passenger ferry tickets. To our joy, we had been honoured with 1^st class tickets. This meant our own cabin rather than the deck with the great unwashed! We proceeded through the port gates and onto the carnet man, Mr Hamam. Kamal  insisted we pay Mr Hamam LE 50 to get the carnet signed. This time, Ray objected and Kamal remonstrated. But again, given the time pressure, we were left with little choice. It is clear that Kamal is the facilitator of bribes, so he ensures that we pay the bribes so he ingratiates himself to the officials and gets to continue the corruption.

We then drove to the vehicle loading area. As we had entered Egypt without a visa (no-one to take the fee at the border), Kamal then needed to get us a visa so we could exit. There are no facilities at the port, so he went to the airport, only to find that immigration there was closed (1pm on a workday!). So, he had to go way back into Aswan to get the visas. We had wanted to do this the day before, but Kamal insisted that it was easy and we could do it on the day of departure. Anyway, this was all sorted and we had our immigration exit stamp.

Then we waited and waited. Ray went to find Mahmoud. He was with Mr Fouaad, Mr Rashaad and the blind shouting man. It seemed then that we were to go back to the original barge, but that it would leave 13:00 Friday and arrive in Wadi Halfa 16:00 Saturday. Ray objected, saying how could we have any confidence in yet another arrangement.  All 3 men guaranteed the timing and called Mr Salah who also confirmed.

Ray: never before have I been so consistently and blatantly lied to. 1^st we were meant to leave Tuesday, then 100% Wednesday, then 100% Thursday, then a promise for Friday – time will tell. It is clear that all the people we have been talking to have lied the whole way. This is exceptionally disappointing as we have not struck such systemic dishonesty anywhere else in Africa, or elsewhere for that matter.

What were we to do? Time had run out and we needed to load the cars and board the vehicle ferry.

Putting the cars on the barge involved lots of shouting and instructions from almost everyone in the area. The area available to turn onto the loading ramps was very tight and Ray decided the best way was to do a multi-point turn so that our vehicle was perpendicular to the barge rather than trying to turn onto the ramps. When Avril started her approach, there was again lots of shouting. Time for aggressive Ray. They could ALL shut up and we would do it the way described! Kamal insisted that he should drive the vehicle on. Yeah, not! So, with everyone watching, Avril completed the manoeuvre in immaculate style. The vehicle sat on top of one of the cargo hold covers!

Then, Kamal demanded his payment, the men who shifted the ramps demanded baksheesh, Mahmoud wanted a present. Kamal asked to borrow our phone to make a quick call and used most of the available credit.

The continual harassment did not stop until we were on board. The 1^st class cabin was a filthy, disgusting, dingy “box” that smelt terribly. Avril identified the smell as mould and all this for A$150 – an absolute disgrace!! The toilets were almost unusable before we had even departed! We chatted to our fellow travellers, had a bite to eat, had our Sudanese visas stamped and went to bed.

Day 15– 2/11/12

We have been so sleep deprived that we slept very well. We drifted past Abu Simble and our final glimpse of Egypt.

Egypt Summary

Disappointingly, after DRC, we found Egypt to be the worst country of the trip so far. We had been warned that people had lost respect for the police but did not appreciate how this would translate into chaos on the roads. Drivers show no consideration for anyone else, drive on the wrong side of the road etc.

We found no one with a kind word for the new government. The lack of diesel being just one of the most obvious issues.

Aswan is without doubt the most corrupt border crossing we have been through (remember, Egypt is country no.33!). It is totally endemic and with everyone demanding bribes, it is hard to move unless you pay.

Most disturbing was the continual lying by the Nile Valley Navigation Co staff at all levels. Never before have we struck such aberrant behaviours. The road from Aswan to Wadi Halfa, complete with border crossing, was completed some time ago. There are 2 theories why it is not open; either the ferry company staff want to continue to get income or the new president wants to get credit for the construction. The blogs talk romantically of going through this ferry & barge ordeal as a rite of passage and that when they have gone, something great will be lost. Maybe for the masochists, but for Avril & Ray, we would much prefer a low stress road to Sudan.

For Egypt and their people, it would seem they have entered a downward spiral and it will be very tough for them to get out of it.

Aswan for Overlanders

In general we found Aswan port to be the most corrupt customs post of our journey.

The Nile Valley Navigation Company is the most incompetent, disorganised, dishonest and unethical organisation we have ever been involved in (and those who know Ray’s background will appreciate that this is quite a statement).

Mr Salah (01283160926) appears to now only handle the passenger ferry. He will refer you to Mr Rashaad for the vehicle barge. Mr Salah will only issue a passenger ticket when your vehicle is on the barge. This is easily done on the day of departure.

We only managed to get Mr Rashaad (01090772410) to answer his phone once (from Cairo to confirm a vehicle booking). Hence, it is a problem to contact him and make arrangements. In addition, his English is basic (but better than my non-existent Arabic!), so it is difficult to have a complex conversation.

The easy way would seem to be to contact Mr Mahmoud Idris (01006845201). He speaks good English and can make contact and organise for you to see Mr Rashaad. Getting to see the right person and confirming a booking and schedule are the biggest uncertainties.

To obtain a ticket for the barge requires the approval of the blind shouting man. We could not work out is position/role, but you need him to approve your vehicle ticket.

You do not need a fixer. The procedure is very straight forward (the blog “gapyear4x4” gives clear directions on all the steps, directions to offices etc):

·         Court  Clearance to confirm no traffic violations,

·         return the number plates, vehicle registration card/licence and pink copy of the vehicle ticket to the police

·         go to the port and clear customs

·         Drive down the road a bit and get the carnet stamped.

·         Proceed to a holding area

·         Load the vehicle

The fixer Kamal (01005322669) who assisted us is a buffoon. He facilitates/perpetuates the corrupt system of bribes with the Customs people.

The fixer Mohamed Abouda (01225111968) seems to be a very nasty piece of work. He tried threats, standover tactics, intimidation etc to try and extract funds from Brian & Anna. He lied to the bikers, Rob & Rick.

The main problems seem to be:

·         getting in touch with the right person to get barge space for a vehicle transfer

·         sorting out the schedule and accurate times/dates for the vehicle barge

·         The systemic customs corruption and the lies told by the Nile Valley Navigation Company staff regarding vehicle transfer.

A strong warning must be given about the Nile Valley Navigation Company people. Whilst you must deal with them, you cannot believe them. So, whilst they may give assurances, times, dates etc this should all be taken with a huge degree of scepticism. Sad, but true.