Tuc Tuc

F….Bloody Ben Hur is roaming the streets of Kharthoum.

Once the have set there aim, there is no way for diversion.
Spikes and triple triangular kind of knives, spinning on the side.
Too be the fastest deliverer you have to take many risks and right of way.
Stinking little engines. Broken exhausts pipes dirty windows and mad drivers
Welcome to Kharthoums public transport number one.
They have there own areas. You hardly see them crossing the bridges.
In the beginning I thought they had chapters. The black Tuc Tucs in our neighborhood. The greens in Omdurman. Either they intermingled or I saw it wrong.
I have seen gatherings places. The Tuc Tucs abandoned by there tikers probably off for a prayer. Scores of them. Pimped, simple, cargo style, old ones, battered ones and full dressers. Had this weird idea to embroider, them Tikers.
Tikers for Allah. Born to Tike
With your knees in the dessert breeze TFFT. etc
Some times it is just too hot for normal thinking.
It is just the UN who is not quite cooperating but you should imaging. Driving home with a thing like that. I studied the road already. North- trough the Nubian dessert up to Wadi Haifa. Boat into Egypt. It must be possible!

Loerikse weg maar dan in Sudan