This is not the first update I wish I had to write on our trip but I need to get this off my chest.
In case someone is wondering: I made it back home. After travelling for 1 year, 7 months and 6 days I arrived back on our doorstep on April 18th, surprising my brother and mother.
During my time in Khartoum I went to Omdurman, a city just North of Khartoum, where every Friday, just before sunset, there's a dancing ceremony. It is held in the cemetery next to the tomb of Sufi leaders.
The point of my trip was to travel over land as much as possible. Hitchhiking, (mini)buses, trains, boats. But when I left Belgium I was sure to fly at least one time. I would go from Egypt to Ethiopia by air as to avoid travelling in Sudan, which was said to be very unsafe.
I am recovering just fine but I haven't recovered well enough to finish my cycling trip this time around.
I wish I didn't have to write this but I do: my bicycle trip has come to an abrupt end.. I got hit by a truck in Knysna, on my 22nd cycling day, 57 km in, towards Wilderness.
I got another bicycle. A better one (sorry Humber). One that will hopefully take me all the way to Cape Town!
I've been backpacking for quite a while now. More than a year! It has been incredible. And still is. But I had been thinking of changing my mode of transport. More specifically to cycling. On the one hand because I had been squeezed into too many minibuses on my way down. On the other hand because other people had inspired me to try cycling.
Many people know about the Berlin Wall. And that it was taken down in '89, uniting east and west Berlin. Tourists visit the Wall and its museums. Learning about the dark times and remembering themselves that this shouldn't happen again.