When you finally arrive at the Nile after crossing Dar al-Kababish’s grasslands and sand sheets, you don’t ask where exactly you are before taking your first drink. KhairAllah told us, Khuleiwa, which from his mouth sounded suspiciously like the well flats near Nahud from where we’d set out, Hileiwi, and made me think that maybe he’d taken the herd in a big twenty day circle, as a joke on the Khawajas.
