The hotel room was quite primitive. Just a space with cement walls and floor, that opened on to the verandah on the left. There was this yard, with rickety iron furniture, and four robed Arabs were sitting there, drinking and smoking. They invited me to taste their date sherry and share their marjuana. Fairly soon, a black Sudanese man in Western clothes dragged me away. He said they were thieves who would try to get me drunk and rob me.