Camel by Moonlight

After ten hours on the road we had finally reached the desert. Huge dunes could be seen in the distance and we still had miles to go. We stopped once again for gas and a break before making the last leg of our journey. As it started to get dark we were concerned about how we would be doing the camel trek. We drove further onto the desert and finally to a remote hotel where we stored our bags and gathered what we would take to the Bedouin camp. It was dark by the time we met out camels and guides. Bakst and Mohammed were nomads dressed in traditional costumes. The loaded us up, each on our own camel and off we went into the dark of night.

For 90 minutes we traversed dune and draw with only the sound if the camels hooves hitting the sand. The frowned and gurgled and burped and farted. It was a hoot.

We reached our camp. The lit the tour he's and we found ourselves at the base of a huge sand dune a 1000 feet high. The camp was a circle of suspended rugs and blankets with Bedouin tents on the perimeter. We sat on the ground at a low table and enjoyed a great meal prepared by our handlers. Later they played drums and sang to us. I brought out my harmonica and we jammed for a while. They had never seen a harmonica and were so taken by it that I have it to Bakar. Later we retired to our tents. What a sweet end to a fifteen hour long day.

Sorry, it was too dark for iPhone pics.