Editor's Note: The following is the final installment of Kurt Pelda's diary of his recent trip to Darfur. To read the diary from the beginning, start here. The JEM and an Illiterate Colonel We get up at three in the morning, since we have a long voyage ahead of us today. The rebels are shivering and coughing. We wrap our turbans around necks, noses and mouths to protect us against the morning cold and the wind in our faces as we drive, leaving only a narrow slit for our eyes. The rebels push the truck to get it started. Then we continue on a dirt road heading further to the North.
The Last Wadi
In Darfur: A Travel Diary (Day 14)
