We rode in a 30km convoy into Khartoum, the whole time escorted by police who kept the sirens on for the entire time. Scores of people came out of their homes and lined the streets to see what all the commotion was about. Many clapped, many cheered us on as if we were star athletes. It was a surreal experience, especially in the poorer sections. It felt like I was watching a documentary about poverty in Sudan, only I was in it… riding my bicycle. The convoy was necessary for safety reasons (heavy traffic), but I couldn’t help but feel like a bit of a jerk; a spoiled tourist riding my expensive bicycle through these areas. I kept wondering what they were thinking watching us. I wondered what I would be thinking if the roles were reversed.
We had two rest days in Khartoum. It was a special treat for us because we visited my relatives. Yes, I actually I have first cousins who live in Khartoum. Who would have guessed! Two of my dad’s sibling stayed in Greece, my dad immigrated to Canada and his younger sister went to Khartoum. I hadn’t seen them in 30 years; it was truly lovely to spend time with them. They took us all around Khartoum, even showed us the Greek Church and community centers. Of course, we ate enough food and cake to feed a small army. 
Thank you very much to my wonderful relatives! Thank you for your kindness, your generosity and for making us feel so at home. We had a great time!!!
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