We arrived at the Bedouin camp just after sunset. Unfortunately, the only inside picture I thought to snap is blurry.
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| "Courtyard" with orange seating area and fire ring in foreground |
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| This is the camp in the distance taken in the morning |
The "rooms" were nice, assorted tapestries on the floor (as well as on about half of the "courtyard" and the bed was comfortable.
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| Note the cool stand and mirror in the corner |
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| View of the camp from my door |
We were served Moroccan tea, hot and sweet with mint. (The poor British ladies never quite adjusted to tea with sugar.) In the seating area in the middle of the camp, Muhammad brewed the tea over a small gas stove. When it was heated, he poured some into a glass, then poured it back into the pot, blending the elements of air, earth and water. He repeated this three times. Then, holding the pot high above our glasses, he filled them, making sure there were bubbles on the top. No tea should be served without them. Traditionally, the higher the pour the more someone likes you.
The guys joined us in the brightly draped seating area, brought out a variety of darbuka drums and a guitar and treated us to an impromptu concert.
The crescent moon and evening star hung in the sky. I would have loved a photo, but couldn't make it work.
Then it was time for dinner. The dining room was a delightful surprise, more in keeping with an Arabian Nights fantasy. We were served chicken tajine and fruit.
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| Me and the Brits |
After dinner, we settled on stools around a campfire, listened to traditional songs and learned some rhythms on the darbuka. With the sun down, the heat of the day disappeared. The evening breeze was cool and I'm glad Joe lent me a light fleece jacket.
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| Snapped this right after Hasim wrapped the drape over his face |
Before going to bed, we stared at the brilliant stars flung across the sky. Easy to do with no ambient light to interfere.
Then off to bed to dream of my sheik.
