Eagle Shit Rocking in Khartoum

So the girls and I thought we do what we’ve always wanted to do together – go camping. Desert camping specifically. So a bunch of misfits packed the car and went to Shendi, about 3 hours north of Khartoum. Specifically we were heading for a place called Eagle Shit Rock. Everything about the day was just right. I could feel it. We had everything ready. We even packed Uno cards.

Finally we got to Eagle Shit Rock.

Now what this place really IS a desert with rocks, boulders and on top of these boulders, more of them and at the very top of it is presumably the biggest boulder with tainted white eagle poo. Whether it is really eagle’s poo remains a mystery. I was maybe slightly disappointed but quickly I realized me (small me amongst those big ass rocks) just being there was already cool enough. We had a wander around checking the environs. It was 4pm and it was strikingly hot. We found a favourite boulder and attempted to do some climbing. I gave my friends small rocks and marbles for trying to climb, for telling alien jokes, for introducing the finer intricacies of the Swedish culture and for simply just being all good mushy fun.

We set our mats, sheets and sat around watching day turn to night. Gunther set up a bonfire (yes like a real bonfire). The sheesha machine was put together, and the meat all marinated and ready to be roasted. I sat there and took it all in. Wow. Freaking unbelievable. What were the odds that I find myself in the desert in Sudan, the stars twinkling above me, watching a real bonfire, drinking a whiskey and being around some of the finest company I could ever ask for? 

When it was time to sleep, I lay my head down and stared right up. Amortksi “Same Stars We Share” was playing. If I tried hard enough, I might be close to touching those sparkles above me. 

Khawajas paying homage to the Eagle Shit Rock (top right)