Gatespotting...you just have to try it!

Perhaps it’s the lack of regular tourist “attractions” or social entertainment…but I have recently developed a rather strange liking for a new past-time: gatespotting. 

Ehhh, shinu?

What? 

In Sudan front entrances are typically marked by colourful, metal gates, bordering on the kitsch.

They feature an assortment of designs from flowers to birds, vines, hearts and other abstract shapes.

And there’s no doubt about it, the Sudanese are definitely gate proud. The general rule seems to be the louder the better.

In fact, I’ve yet to find an identical design…and trust me I’ve looked at quite a lot of gates.

They make for an incongruous splash of colour amidst the mud-brick houses of Ed Damer, which seem to have sprouted out of the brown, flat, dusty landscape.

These days I’ve developed the habit of getting off the bus a couple of stops early or detouring on my walk home from work just to discover new designs.

It’s also been a good way of discovering new corners of the neighbourhood, not to mention amusing the locals, who are not exactly in the habit of going out for a stroll just for the sake of it.

I practice my pidgeon Arabic with the curious kids who sometimes follow me, while turbaned men on depressed looking donkeys wave as I pass.

Everyone always asks where I am going. They can’t believe that I am just wandering without an actual destination in mind.

Could this new past-time take off or do I just have too much time on my hands? *Discuss*

In any case…here’s a selection of my discoveries…

Home sweet home... and the best gate of all! ;p

Desert camping in an ancient kingdom

Daybreak at the pyramids

Every now and then you have an unforgettable experience that helps remind you why you made the decisions you did.

I had one of those moments recently while camping in the desert just next door to Sudan’s ancient pyramids.

Six of us set off walking about 11pm from Bagrawiyah village where we stayed with Rami’s family during the Muslim holiday Eid.

At the time, it seemed both reckless and exciting to be walking through the quiet village streets into the darkness beyond.

Guiding our way is intrepid fellow volunteer Robert, who is an experienced traveller and has already camped at the Meroë pyramids on previous trips to Sudan.

We navigate by the moonlight and the shadowy outline of the pyramids in front, walking parallel to the road so as not to be seen by passing cars.

Behind us the green minaret of the Bagrawiyah mosque becomes smaller and smaller. 

The Meroë pyramids were constructed about 800 years after their Egyptian counterparts. 

Good morning!!

The area is the final resting place of more than 40 kings and queens from the Merotic Kingdom, also known as the Kingdom of Kush. 

There were once more than 200 pyramids scattered across the desert sands at Meroë, but today that number stands at about 20.

While some remain well-preserved, others are crumbling or slowly being reclaimed by the desert sands. 

One of the first stories locals will tell you is that of Italian explorer Giuseppe Ferlini, who infamously smashed the tops off 40 pyramids in 1834 in search of treasure.

While Ferlini hit the jackpot inside the first pyramid he plundered, the 39 he subsequently destroyed yielded nothing.

Desert campsite

Once back in Europe, he struggled to find a buyer for his treasure trove, as no-one believed that such exquisite jewels could come from black Africa, with collectors assuming Ferlini was an imposter trying to pass off fakes. 

Since then, the pyramids have been virtually plundered of all their wealth and many historical treasures and artifacts relating to the period are now housed in British and German museums.

Still, there is something sacred about Meroë, and not simply for the fact it is an ancient burial ground, but also because it remains virtually undiscovered by modern tourism. 

Technically tourists are not allowed to camp at the pyramids; however guards tend to tolerate the practice if done discreetly.

After an hour-and-a-half walking we arrive at the edge of the dunes and climb to the top to scope out a good spot to pitch our tents.

Our desert sunrise

The wind has picked up and setting up our tents in near darkness proves challenging, particularly when we discover mid-way through that the pegs are missing.

An ancient kingdom

Imagine how ridiculous we felt in the  morning when we discover the bag of pegs in the sand nearby.

In the end we anchor them down with our backpacks and set off for a moonlight stroll amongst the pyramids.

The silence of the desert and the ghostly shadows   of the ancient pyramids and the surrounding dunes  makes for an eerie experience.

We talk in hushed tones and keep in the shadows, which to me is more out of reverence for the ancient crumbling kingdom we are walking amongst, than staying out of the way of any patrolling guards that may be in the area.

It's just after six when we wake in the morning. As we step out of our tents the sun is just rising and a pale pink sky highlights the desert horizon. 

I have to say, it's a pretty special moment...

We climb to a nearby vantage point and watch as the light changes, illuminating the sands in various golden shades.

Young souvenir sellers

As we return to our camp to pack our tents away, a solitary man on a donkey waves at us across the desert and promptly sets up a small makeshift stall with small trinkets and pyramid replicas carved from the region’s distinctive sandstone.

This sets off a retail chain reaction and we are soon totally surrounded by a group of small children waving various replica pyramids at more and more reduced prices.

Something in their eyes and the desperation in their pleas makes me wish that I could do more for them than simply buy a dusty souvenir.

We set off on a hike later and quite by accident stumble across a series of mountains, housing a network of small caves. The rolling orange dunes give way to a rocky barren moonscape and the view from the top provides an impressive scale for the endless expanse of desert stretching out across the horizon.

It’s true that the Meroë pyramids may lack the grandness and scale of their Egyptian counterparts, but here you can have them almost to yourself – and that’s pretty hard to beat.

The intrepids :)