We had camped near Abu Hamed, which meant we still had a lot of driving to do (as well as fix one of the cars). Our journey followed the same route we’d taken north, but due south.
We eventually arrived back in Khartoum at about 7pm (it had been a long day), from where we showered very quickly, so we could be treated for dinner.
The best restaurant in Khartoum, the Corinthia is also known as the Gaddafi Egg, as it was paid for by the colonel himself. A truly wonderful dining experience. Also a nice change from camp food.
Dinner on the last night also allowed us as a group time to reflect on the journey we had just taken. Despite the journey time, and incidents, Bir Tawil and Sudan in general had been amazing experiences, but we’d also learned lessons.
Bir Tawil is not a simple piece of unclaimed land waiting to be liberated. And, much like the islands between Serbia and Croatia has two mighty nations either side, that are unlikely to welcome new owners. It also has an indigenous population not prepared to give it up.
Truth really is stranger than fiction, but simply don’t rely on the internet for all your truths.