Back in Khartoum a queue of trucks betrayed a tanker that had just delivered. Fed up with it all we drove directly to the Pumps where two Military jeeps stood. An officer then allowed us to fill up. We could even fill the jerry cans after he learnt the capacity of the main tank. Now we had enough to get to the border and beyond.
The extra fuel tank takes ages to fill and so the night before setting off, using a funnel and a yard of half inch hosepipe that we bought in Aswan, the contents of the jerry cans was laboriously transferred into the extra tank. Its pointless trying to do it at a filling station. They just have’nt got the time and lots gets spilled. Peraps we might find more diesel on the way to Meroe.
In Dunqula we had given up the idea of going to Karima. Mazar was right. There was no Diesel in Wadi Halfa, none in Dunqula where we spent the night and none inbetween. Seeing Jebel Barkal and the Amun Temple, driving across the desert to Meroe via Atbara and then on to Khartoum would have been fantastic, had been the plan and was now quite impossible. Our diesel was barely enough for the direct route to Khartoum.
Yesterday as we arrived at the Sudanese compound gate late in the afternoon a dark dressed gent with a brown backpack hanging heavily on one shoulder appeared and told us through the railings that they had just closed for today but that he would see what he could do. He soon returned, and said that we would have to spend the night outside, there was nothing to be done. His name was Mazar.