Our group conisted of all Italians and us, enough for two jeeps. "Abri" our guide kindly let me sit up front with the driver, in the "princess seat" while Bob was sandwiched in the back, a much bumpier ride.
Once we left the highway and set out across the flats, our preconceived desert images were quickly altered. Miles of endless dirt and rocky ridges and mountains and no sand in sight, nor any sagebrush. In fact there wasn't hardly any vegetation save the occasional solitary tree which for the Bedouins meant there was water. The two jeeps climbed a ridge and after a short hike we enjoyed a 360 degree panoramec view, so different and expansive.
Next we visited a Bedouin village, tucked away in the mountains. We drank hot tea in glasses, then lined up for a short camel ride. All my life I've enjoyed horseback riding yet this was to be my first ever camel ride. The camel was resting on the ground with his legs tucked underneath so it was easy to climb onto his back. Once he stood up, I was amazed at how high up I was! Then his gait was so foreign to me, moving with a waddle. Bob and I had fun riding and sharing this new experience.
When it came time to dismount, the camel folded his front legs on the ground, pitching me forward, for a split second I was sure I was going to land on his head, yet managed to right myself in time. I forgot to hold on to the back saddle horn.
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| Bedouin village |
We watched the sunset, enjoyed a buffet dinner and show (not very polished) and rode back across the desert a 40km drive, no roads, good thing the driver knew where he was going. At one point we stopped to take in the starry sky, never finding the big dipper but so enjoyed the view.
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