we went to the port the next day anyway to try our luck. the problem was 50 other africans were there trying their luck as well. eventually we found out that at 2pm a man would come with a few extra tickets. we joined the others in the plus 40 degree temperature to wait. miraculously, we found a spot in the shade. this spot became less miraculous when we realized everyone was going to the bathroom a meter or so away...
as the hours crept on, we disappointingly watched our shade disappear. it was not all bad though, the sudanese and eygptians around us were fun and helpful - sometimes laughing with the canadians, sometimes laughing at the canadians, and almost no one speaking english except for "canada dry". there is a unity that builds in a common goal (the ferry tickets) and in baking under the sun together.
chaos broke out when the ticket man arrived. i watched the bags, and was proud to be canadian as i watched matt mix it up with the mob fighting for tickets. it got only a little scary when tempers flared (in languages we didn't understand) after the 10 or so extra tickets were gone.
alas, the tickets went to other (perhaps more worthy) recipients. even matt's flirting with the guards 2 hours after the fact couldn't get us on that ferry. we were exhausted, chap-lipped, and hungry.
so, how do you get into sudan? you don't. you take the first train back to cairo and fly over it for 300 bucks.
(i snuck the photo while matt was "getting all type A" with the mob...he's in there if you look closely.)