Ok, now it‘s time to tell you about the craziest border crossing I ever had. I could fill a complete book with it but will try to keep it short.
First, Asim brings me to a Corona vaccination check in a room that is hard to describe as a room at all and would have been impossible to find without him. As prayer time starts, I have to wait for 45 min. It’s fascinating, every single soul at the border is praying, well, except me. I feel like an alien. After that, Asim asked if I want some food (no thx), then we walk outside and I‘m invited to a coffee and talk to some locals. The border is not open yet. Communication is not easy, as English is rarely spoken. As I need to exchange Euros to Egyptians Pounds for the entry fee, Asim brings me to at least five guys until someone is willing to exchange for Euros. Everyone else only wants US dollars. The rate is 20% below the official one, but I need to exchange only 30 Euros so I accept. Next, Asim brings me to an office, greeting almost everyone we meet on the way. The office is full of waiting people, but Asim seems to know all the officials here at the border and we never have to queue up. I have no clue what we are doing here, but we get some papers after Asim showed my passport. Through an unofficial backdoor we enter another official-looking area, obviously to get my passport stamped. We are not in front but behind the counter and I accidentally shut down the computer of the officer taking care of us by touching the PC cable slightly with my foot. How embarrassing. It takes almost 10 min until everything is up and running again. The exit fee is 5,000 Pounds, damn I have only 4,500 left as I thought it’s 3,500. The generous 2 US dollars I offer are not accepted - it needs to be Sudanese Pounds. Again, we go for exchange, but 1 US dollar notes are not accepted. I need to exchange 10 Euros, then we go back and finally I get my exit stamp. Now I need to wait for the bus to the Egypt side, which should go around 3 pm. Although only a few hundred meters, walking is not allowed. In the meantime, I understand that Asim is a border fixer, as he asks for 50 US dollars. I give him 10 Euros, saying this is fair enough. After several trials to get more, he finally accepts. Everything comes with a lot of laughter and even picture taking. What a crazy guy, I like him and honestly without him I would have been lost in this chaos here.
Now I have to wait at customs for another 1.5 hours, as it’s again prayer time in between. The busses are coming all the way from Khartoum and are full with locals. For the few hundred meters I’m asked to pay 5 US dollars by the driver, which after hard negotiation I bring down to 3 US dollars. It’s not the money but the feeling to get ripped off that makes me bargain hard. At the end, I have no other option. Around 4:30 pm, the bus finally leaves towards the Egyptian border, where we have to wait again 30 min at the gate. Several officers check passports and Corona vaccination. In a low voice, I’m asked for one US dollar as a gift. When I friendly but clearly reply: "One dollar for what?" the officer goes one. The driver collects money, I need to pay 200 Egyptian Pound. I refuse, as I think I need the exchanged 420 Pounds as entry fee later and this was a bribe for the officers to let us in, but he insists and as everyone else also pays I give him the money. Later, I find out that this was already the entry fee. 200 instead of the expected 420 Pound. Well, a nice surprise. But neither the guidebook nor Diamir were correct regarding the fees. Of course, I wouldn't wonder if that changes daily, as everything at this border feels a bit erratic.
The Egyptian side is much better organised. Customs is very serious, and after scanning my big bag precisely the customs officer asks me to show my medicine, knife, camera and iPad. I expect the worst, thinking they are out for a "gift". They closely examine my medicine, checking for drugs I guess, then inspect my camera. Everything seems to be fine, beside my Swiss army knife which they keep despite my protest that I could easily buy a far bigger knife in any hardware store in Egypt. They even call their boss by phone but it doesn’t change anything. Not allowed, I can’t keep it. Despite the situation, the atmosphere is friendly and the officer several time excuses that they had to keep the knife.
For the passport stamp, I have to wait again 30 min. Already outside the building, I’m called to come back as a chief officer needs to check again. Waiting with the other passengers for the bus, which is searched in the meantime, I see two people walking to the gate. I start walking as well. After 100 m, I hear loud shoutings behind me, but decide to ignore it, I have waited long enough! After a while, they give up and no one follows me.
Approaching the final gate, I already see a guy waving to me from the other side. It’s Nur, my guide in Egypt and I'm really glad to see him. I need to wait another 30 min. The chief officer at the gate is praying, I wonder what the three other guys are for. I talk to a young military guy who has studied English literature and is now at the military service. I get a tea for free, then finally - after the return of the chief officer who checks the documents - I can go through the gate. The bus has not yet arrived. It’s already getting dark. It took me more than six hours, but I made it! The most challenging and longest border crossing of my live. And yes, this was just the short version of the whole experience!