Sudan is another very poor country,
kept that way by internal strife. We found Suakin a delightful port and
watching the village come to life each morning was like a peek into the past.
Port Sudan was busy and dirty, and a revisit is not in the cards.
||Sudan - The Country -
This country, like many in Africa, seems
to be in a perpetual state of war - fortunately when we were there, it
seemed to be in a lull. The country is poor, normally ranking in
the bottom 10% with regard to per capita GDP. We only visited a
couple of port cities along the Red Sea and were sorry not to have
visited Khartoum at the confluence of the Blue and White Nile
rivers. The northern portion - Nubia - rivaled Egypt in grandeur
3000 year ago. Despite its poverty, the Sudanese people were
friendly, honest and we saw no begging or outright hunger in the cities
was a wonderful place to stay for a few days. The yacht anchorage is at
the end of a 2-mile inlet in the shadows of ruins of the old town - abandoned
when the British moved the main port to Port Sudan. Ferries visit from
Saudi Arabia and we had to scoot around their anchor chain to find our
anchorage. Inside we were met by Mohamed, naturally, and he took care of
all formalities - seems he also works for Customs, and handles yachts as
a moonlight job. Each morning we awoke to the calls to prayer and watched
the village women come down to the seaside for the morning bath. It was
all prim and proper and seemed to be a socializing time of the day. On a
walk through the town of 1000 or so, we were invited into the local bakery to
watch the men put loaves into an ancient stone fireplace, probably unchanged for
hundreds of years. A vendor at the local vegetable market (good, fresh
produce) insisted on posing for Judi with a cup of tea in his hand - we took him
a print the next day as a thank-you.
Unlike Suakin, Port Sudan was a busy, bustling city including
a Hilton hotel and very busy port. Streets needed repairs and livestock of
all varieties wandered the streets - but it was fascinating. Some of our
- Street vendors selling spices of all varieties.
- A barber invited us in for a chat and soda.
- Tailors with their machines on the streets for instant
hemming or repairs.
- Peanut butter by the pound - reputed to be a little sandy,
but it looked good.
- On the outskirts of the city, Bedouin camps lined the road
where people lived in tents in the desert, and only a few had vehicles -
camels were the normal transport.
Our favorite anchorages in the Red Sea were in Sudan and
- Long Island, a delightful anchorage with pink flamingos and ospreys among the
plentiful bird life on the island.
- Marsa Ibrahim, the first of our 'marsas', with a few canvas-covered shacks near the shore,
apparently used by fishermen who shelter in this marsa. In the morning we were visited by a fisherman, who
was looking for hooks - we gave him some, and a few food items. So
snug were we that we stayed 2 nights as we waited for the NW winds to ease
so that we could motor on to
- Marsa Fijab, 25 miles north of Port Sudan this marsa
had a 4WD parked on an 'island' with snorkelers in the water. It also
sported a family who rode their camel to play in the sand, boys offering shells and
camels rides (we declined and offered them some provisions), and
fishermen asking for water (they gratefully accepted 5 gallons).
- Khor Shin-ab, with
three miles of twisting channel to a
spectacular anchorage with hills on all sides. The waters have turtles, dolphins, and
coral gardens and flamingoes wading in the shoals. On the shore camels
wander looking for something to munch and the occasional truck lumbers by on
the dusty coast road. We hiked to the top of the nearby hill and had
great views of the anchorage and surroundings.
For more information, check out our April
2003 or May 2003 log pages or move on to
Egypt, our next stop.