|Our host of the previous evening had insisted that we must come for tea in the morning so after we packed up the tent and the bikes we went to the door of the home. There was no activity so we left a note apologising that we really had to get going. By 8:30 we were at the ferry dock at Agro. We found Tom's tire tracks so we asked some of the people gathered for the ferry if they had seen him. No-one could confirm that Tom had crossed that morning but they did say that three motorcyclists had crossed the previous evening. We let the 9:00 AM ferry go and checked around town for Tom to no avail so we caught the 10:15 boat across the Nile and hoped he was on the other side. No tracks were evident at the other side though so we rode to Dongola. About 10 kilometres out of town we hit pavement, which was pure heaven after the sand and corrugations of the last few days. At a tire shop we found Tom getting his rear knobby switched over to a street tire. He had missed the ferry last night so had ridden on the other side of the Nile where the road was really terrible to the ferry at Dongola, arriving at midnight. At lunch we found that our three Italian friends were still in town so we kept our eyes open and found Lapo wandering down a street. They had arrived the previous day and were staying at a real dive of a hotel. Audrey and I debated whether to stay with them, go camping or find a better hotel. In the end a better hotel won out and we found the Air Port (sic) Hotel on the edge of town.