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Jason and I arrived in Addis about a week and a half ago. Early on in the trip, we figured that we would get to Addis and either (a) sell the bikes and say we never want to ride (or speak to each other) again, or (b) immediately turn to each other and say "where to next?" Well, as much as my parents might prefer the first for safety's sake, Jason and I most definitely choose "b".
On to the photos. NOTE: I know that my picture display code isn't working at the moment. My dad and I are working on finding the issue. Depending on your browser, you should be able to "mouse-over" the thumbnails in order to read the captions. Anyway... we last left our intrepid motorcyclists on the ferry from Egypt to Sudan...
We planned to travel with Sully for the first day or so, but Sully took a bit longer to get off the barge, so Jason and I headed out early. Sully, Jan and Trev eventually caught up with us, and we had tea together the next day in Dongola.
Two full days plus two half-days of riding got us through Sudan (note to self: always plan long-distance rides on Fridays when in Muslim countries). On Saturday we rode the last 375km to the border before lunch. The nearest big town was Gonder, another 200+ km up into the hills.
One thing I find almost unbelievable is how well Jason and I worked together through this entire trip. We literally met because of this ride... I think the first thing I said to him was "so I hear you're planning a motorcycle trip." Say what you want about the self-selecting disciplines of long-distance motorcycling and developing-world work, but there's no way I could have done this with most people. A trip like this could easily have ended (or at least been riddled) with arguments and strife; and perhaps even without reaching the goal. We had none of that, and so I consider myself unbelievably lucky to have Jason as a friend and motorcycling mate.
Parting shot...
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