so i went to the mountains

the bus dropped us off at the mountains.

i'm not gonna lie: i've been a little homesick these past few weeks. homesick for green things, bike rides, mountains and cool temperatures. homesick for monday night dinners and dancing and crafts. funks, i suppose are normal. but that doesn't make them any easier.

it's the city, i think, with it's crowded roads and constant noise that's been wearing on me. so, if i can't import stumptown, i can, at least, get out of khartoum and find some peace.

an 8-hour bus ride away from khartoum is kassala, a smallish town on the sudan-eritrea border known best for the mountains that break up its desert skyline. we didn't spend much time there, just two days, maybe a little less. but it was enough to relax at the rooftop cafes, climb the smooth base of mountains and eat some good fuul.

it was enough to remind me why i came here.


near the heart of the city.


on the way to the mountains.


a couple hidden in the rocks.

a women and her child climb down the mountain.

some friends caught between the sky and the earth.


there's a beautiful tomb at the base of the mountains.


part of the old mosque at the base of the mountains. once upon a time, the roof was set on fire.