Camel Rides

No, I did not go camel riding. Been there, done that, see no need to repeat stupidity.

Instead, since the camel riding group was leaving from near a hotel/resort, instead I sat on one of the outside terraces and enjoyed the sunshine. The information we were given ahead of time had mentioned that we would be traveling in 4x4s I. The desert.  Most of us had these visions of soft topped dirty jeeps with roll bars.  Instead, nice white SUV’s with a paint job that matched the bus we have been traveling insincere we started. 

Then there was a visit to the Gnawa musicians. A tribe that entered the Moroccan area centuries ago as slaves. Drums were involved. From there it was on to traveling thru the desert till our trip leader located the nomadic tribe we were to stop at next.

I have no pictures of this portion of the trip.  When I might be feel8ng more charitable about cultural norms, gender roles, and poverty I might be better able to deal.  Reading for me was a better alternative.  

Lunch was back at camp, followed by some much needed quiet time .  Did I mention that it gets cold at night. Night being defined as the minute the sun goes down? Now if you are from the northern tier states or have spent anytime out and about those area, no problem. But this is not a group used to sleeping in a tent with no heat. Meanwhile, I am thinking how nice it is – running water & flush toilets in the tents.  I don’t care if the water is solar heated meaning showers only in the afternoon. No port-a-loos, no shower tent shared by several hundred of your new very best friends.  Bed with sheets, duvets, and extra blankets instead of bunks with sleeping bags? No problem. 

It does mean that evening discussions end shortly after diner when everyone heads back to their tents. No WiFi but there is electricity so reading on a iPad works just fine  

 

 

 

 

 

About Holly

fiber person - knitter, spinner, weaver who spent 33 years being a military officer to fund the above. And home. And family. Sewing and quilting projects are also in the stash. After living again in Heidelberg after retiring (finally) from the U.S. Army May 2011, we moved to the US ~ Dec 2015. Something about being over 65 and access to health care. It also might have had to do with finding a buyer for our house. Allegedly this will provide me a home base in the same country as our four adult children, all of whom I adore, so that I can drive them totally insane. Considerations of time to knit down the stash…(right, and if you believe that…) and spin and .... There is now actually enough time to do a bit of consulting, editing. Even more amazing - we have only one household again. As long as everyone understands that I still, 40 years into our marriage, don't do kitchens or bathrooms. For that matter, not being a golden retriever, I don't do slippers or newspapers either. I don’t miss either the military or full-time clinical practice. Limiting my public health/travel med/consulting and lecturing to “when I feel like it” has let me happily spend my pension cruising, stash enhancing (oops), arguing with the DH about where we are going to travel next and book buying. Life is good!
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