On the other side of the tomb there was another smashed open coffin. I looked down into the rubble of the hastily opened tomb, and blinked twice. There was a human femur sticking out of the chunks of concrete. Oh God.
A huge dune loomed in front of us and our guide accelerated toward it, picking up the speed needed I'm sure to crest the top. Wow, I thought. That's a really steep dune. Like REALLY steep. But I'm sure our guide knows what he's doing, this is what these guys do for aOH SHIT
He didn't even run, he just looked around for a split second like "Holy shit, did you guys just see me flying??" and then he was inside a crocodile's mouth.
Moussa proceeded to try and convince Mike to love Ed Sheeran for, I shit you not, 45 straight minutes. This was hilarious. I especially enjoyed it because I myself wasn’t entirely sure who Ed Sheeran was.
At that moment three more people entered the room somehow and where attempting to push past me into a tiny closet behind us. My crotch was pressed up against the immigration bribe guy's head as the three people behind me tried to squeeze through the space between my butt cheeks.
Tear gas smoke drifted across the city, creating an eerie fog. I went to my room and listened to the BOOM. BOOM BOOM outside. Eventually night fell and the sounds of rioting were replaced by the howls and barks of stray dogs roaming the streets of Khartoum.
