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We met up with the
camels by the festival ground south of the town and seven of us (including
5 Canadians) set off fairly uncomfortably into the desert. The sand dunes
were beautiful and it was silent.
After a couple of hours we reached the tents which were pitched near some scrub like bushes for the camels to eat. We should have been able to name the plants from our visit to the museum.
The Bedouin guides started a fire to prepare food
as the sun went down and we tried to get feeling back into the lower half
of our bodies – there must be a knack to camel riding.
As it got darker the sunset clouds changed colours a lot then burst into a lightning storm which carried on for hours with no thunder or rain. It was silent.
The couscous was
surprisingly tasty considering it was prepared, tested and distributed
entirely by hand and we were surrounded by sand which was blowing about
– probably the fact that it was pitch dark helped. The meal was followed
by some local songs and drumming into the night. The tent was not used
as everyone wanted to sleep out and watch shooting stars in the clearest
sky I’d ever seen. It turned very cold in the night and the extra camel
hair blankets were piled on high and weighed a ton. In the morning the
outer one was drenched in dew.
Sunrise was spectacular with the camels wandering around munching on bushes.
Bread was
cooked in the sand for breakfast by pouring dough in a smoothed out shape
in the sand, covering it in sand then embers of the fire. Very tasty.
The camels leaving in the morning |
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