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walls covered in bas-relief carvings depicting scenes of funerary<br />
processions, often with the goddess Isis in attendance, and long<br />
passages from the Egyptian Book of the Dead.<br />
Th at night we stayed in a permanent luxury tent<br />
settlement set up on a ridge overlooking the site. Nomadic<br />
tribesmen passed in front of us on camels and shouted:<br />
‘Salaam’. It was easy to imagine ourselves as the fi rst Victorian<br />
adventurers who had just chanced upon the place.<br />
And still onwards we drove, now across the sands, to<br />
Naqa to see the beautifully preserved, dune-haunted Meroitic<br />
temples of Amun and Apedemak – dedicated to the lionheaded<br />
god, with their massive carved reliefs of Kushite kings<br />
and queens. And afterwards we headed to the temple complex<br />
at Musawwarat es-Sufra, where long ramped corridors and<br />
carvings of elephants suggest a centre where elephants were<br />
trained for war – although, as with much of Sudan’s ancient<br />
history, nobody is exactly sure.<br />
In Moheli, on a dusty, windswept plain just outside<br />
Khartoum, we stopped at Sudan’s largest camel market,<br />
where hundreds of camels were complaining bitterly, having<br />
walked 600 miles from Darfur. After being sold, they would<br />
be walking, and doubtless complaining, another 600 miles to<br />
the dinner tables of Cairo. Men sat on their haunches in<br />
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pairs, drawing fi gures in the dirt with their fi ngers. A man<br />
approached me, his face peering out from the tumbling white<br />
folds of his turban. He gesticulated wildly in the direction of<br />
a shelter made from rags and sticks and bade me to follow<br />
him. Inside was a solitary camel.<br />
‘Th is is a racing camel,’ my guide said. ‘Th ey come from<br />
eastern Sudan and are world-famous. Th ey go to Saudi Arabia.’<br />
Th e man in the turban drew a fi gure in the dirt.<br />
‘He says he’ll sell it to you for £12,000,’ said my guide.<br />
‘But fi rst, you’ll want to test-ride it.’<br />
My protests that I’d never ridden a camel before, much<br />
less the Formula One equivalent of the dromedary world, fell<br />
on deaf ears and, before I knew it, I was perched precariously<br />
on its back, high above the ground. Th e vendor handed me a<br />
rope, slapped the beast hard on its rump and I was off ,<br />
clinging on for grim death, fl ying across the desert, passing<br />
crowds who waved and pointed and laughed, always with<br />
that certain warmth in the eye I had come to know so well in<br />
this remarkable country. I should have been terrifi ed, but I<br />
was laughing so much I simply forgot.<br />
Mike Carter travelled to Sudan with Journeys by Design,<br />
specialist in bespoke African adventures, +44 (0)1273 623790,<br />
Seventy-Six<br />
Above: An elephant<br />
carving in a temple at<br />
Musawwarat es-Sufra<br />
journeysbydesign.com PHOTO©DONMCCULLIN/CONTACTPRESSIMAGES