A rickety, old Land Rover bounces off the road from the port and over the dirt to a collection of short, squat buildings, drowned in the midday sun. The dusty streets are empty, people huddle in the shade to avoid the scorching heat. We sit about in the open restaurants, fuul simmering away. It is not until the shadows grow longer that men in djellabas begin to venture out and activity begins. Rickshaws chug across the sandy plains that separate the collection of houses where Wadi Halfa’s inhabitants live and the commercial part of town that caters for the influx of passengers leaving to and from Egypt on the weekly ferry.
On the edge of town at dusk, dusty football pitches fill-up as the locals take advantage of the retreating heat, silhouetted against the setting sun as dust is kicked up into the air. From the vantage of the local jebel, we were rooting for our chosen team, the Nile forming the backdrop of their game.
» A few more photos from Wadi Halfa on Flickr.