Fifteen days. Traveling between 20 and 25 kilometers a day, mostly walking because of windstorms - sand blowing into your eyes in spite of cheich-wrapped face surrounding sunglasses...
One day of very hot weather - checked my thermometer at noon - 46 degrees until it cooled to 42... Cold nights sitting around the fire, snugly wrapped in a warm burnose...
Then the swim at the healing warm water of the hot spring.... Even the camels had a swim in the cool pools...
Meeting a few nomads along the way, along with their spring born baby goats... One night hearing the cries of a mother camel giving birth to her baby through the night, then the cry of the baby...
February the shrubs are in bloom- luscious fragrant blooms fill your lungs as you chance by... Even the camels enjoyed the fragrance...
When riding, I rode a 'normal' saddle this trip, as my new toureg racing saddle was still being made...
Some nights the huge sky lit up in a kaleidoscope of colour, surrounding the world in vibrant shades of blue, orange and rose...
One photo shows what a male camel looks like when he is in heat and has spotted female camels (or is just thinking about them!), a dark pink frog-like balloon coming out of the side of his mouth, accompanied by a low deep groaning noise and gurgling... (VERY sexy!)
Enjoy the photos! Love, Juanita
5 comments:
Wonderfull.
Inspiring story and photos. In addition to your previous blogs, would you consider publishing them in a book form? Steve
Hi Steve,
Yes, I have considered it - completed one book, although have not done anything with it. Would be great to get your email address & chat more about your ideas....
Incredible photos! I love them all. You should consider hiking boots next time for a more exciting adventures. Thanks and more power!
Hi Jenny,
I am sure not against hiking boots- after all, I'm certainly not claiming to be a nomad!!!
I think it would be impossible for a western person to live the life of a real nomad - the life is very difficult - I cant imagine having babies in the desert, often wearing no shoes at all, many times not being able to afford to even kill one of your goats that you need for selling, often the meat eaten is gerbils... I have so much respect for the true nomad... us westerners bring our sleeping bags and mattresses and boots and then leave the desert after a few weeks. I am humbled by their life...Thank you for your comments!!!
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