Sudan Suckahs

Sooooo today... we went to Sudan! I won't lie, we mostly did it for bragging rights. Because it's like... Sudan! But we were very curious about how it would all work out because out directors kept our passports and wouldn't give them back to us, probably because they figured we would try and do exactly what we did... But we caugt the bus to Sudan at 5 am (argh kill me). During the bus ride, a box fell from the rafters of the bus and squashed me as I was trying to sleep. Awesome. But, we got to the Ugandan border town and went to customs. At first the guard was like "There is absolutely no way you can cross the border without a passport.” But we thrust at him every form of documentation we had on us, and after some sweet talking he wrote us a letter granting us entry. Then we hopped on over to the Sudanese customs, did some more sweet talking, and we were in! Southern Sudan is obviously a lot like Northern Uganda, but I suppose it's the novelty of it. We talked to Namile, the nearest trading center. One of us actually did some research while the rest of us walked around, shopped, took pictures, talked to a few nice people, etc. We then took boda motorcycles back to the border to get there before they got suspicious. We easily found a taxi back to Gulu, but of course after 20 minutes all the tires blew out and we waited for 2 hours dying in the heat as they went to find tires... And we took the most out of the way back, BUT we made it. So take that SIT, with your confiscating of passports. PS Not that any of you talk to my academic directors, but you cannot tell them that this happened. Shhh!