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Heading from the land of the Great Pyramid (did you know it had 2.3 MILLION stone blocks!) to a little island in the North Atlantic May 17 is departure day . . .lots to think about!

Nantucket to Cairo Egypt!

Sunday, May 16, 2010

KHALAS! CAIRO to NANTUCKET!!

You have to hhhkkhh! when you say it! The word for finished! It is said very often here in Egypt. It sort of means - OK, that's the end of THIS conversation. OR Finally!!! OR of course - YAY! it's over! And yes, my adventure here in Egypt is over. It is 11PM and I will be picked up at 2:30 in the morning to go to the airport. Ughhhh! it is such an awful time to depart and Ughhhh! my suitcases are waaaay tooo heavy. I can do nothing about either and I am dreading dragging the luggage around . . . A LOT!! But in one day I will be home. Khalas! (See? now you are getting the hang of it!!

I will learn what this year has meant to me in the coming weeks, months, and years since I cannot truly digest it all until I am away from it. I stood on my balcony just a bit ago and felt the hot night air. It is like standing in an oven . . . with a breeze. And of course the mosque is right across the street with its ghostly green uplighting. I try to memorize it all but know that you can only be here now. So, it will all meld into a memory and I have to wait to see what that memory ends up being. For now, I know I will miss the adventure. Life will sure seem dull with traffic rules obeyed . . . no language barrier to strategize around . . and no hikes up mountains or dives into the Red Sea not to mention machine gun toting guides and police . . . Ho hum!

So, it is quiet and I am sitting in my packed up apartment glancing out at the mosque. Everyone in the villa has come to say good-bye, not without my tearing up of course. All of them are such good people and I really enjoy knowing them. The people part is my favorite and the thought of missing so many new friends is the only thing that makes me sad.

Perhaps one day I will digest the whole teaching experience. When I started this I thought for sure I would be talking about teaching in this blog all the time but . . . that would have been a lot of negativity and not much for growth so I left it out. For now, I will miss some of the kids. And, I did have a hand in the beginning of a school and that is pretty cool. I contributed quite a bit in various ways to feel positive about that.

Well, I am off to shower and get in my "airplane" outfit and . . . what?? Sleep?? for 3 hours?? possible I guess but . . . I am just a wee bit PSYCHED!! to being going Cairo to Nantucket!! so it will be hard to sleep. Next post will be from the USA and I will have to think if I have enough to say to continue . . .like I said. I will miss the adventure that was a school year in Egypt.

The Veil

I had never had a conversation with a woman in a veil before I moved to Egypt. For those of you who do not know, the veil is the scarf worn on the head and around the neck. The option to cover the face also exists but here in Egypt I have seen far fewer women with the niqab, the face covering, as they observe hijab the Islamic doctrine of modest costume. My ignorance of the wearing of a veil and all that it can mean gives me an advantage as I experience Egypt. I cannot say I was opinion-free but I can say that I observe with curiosity and a desire for understanding as opposed to finding evidence for a position. In the last 6 months I have taken note of the veil in its various forms. I have certainly had conversations with veiled women. And, I have to say each day my curiosity grows and the only understanding that is confirmed for me time and again is that people are complicated.

So, what were/are my preconceived notions of the veil? Well, first off I had no idea that covering the face was an option. I never gave it a second thought. I think that I must have thought that a woman chose to put the face cover on or not depending on the situation and that explained why I would see women wearing the veil both ways on television or in magazines. I also thought that most women didn’t thoughtfully choose or refuse the veil and that accounted for what I thought of as a lot of women wearing one. I thought that a woman in a veiled family just automatically became veiled at a certain age and that there would be severe familial and social repercussions if she chose not to. However, one of my veiled friends is a twin and her sister is not veiled. She may become so in the future but for now they are very different people and this is reflected in their choices to veil. When I saw veiled women in positions of power on the television I always wondered if they wore the veil in publicized events but not others or if they wore the veil as a political move more than as a religious observvance, to show their solidarity with the more common folk. And yes, I did think the veil was worn mostly by lesser educated women, women who had fewer rights and freedoms than I did. I thought the veil was uncomfortable looking, hot, and left a lot to be desired as far as fashion goes. I associated the veil with the Middle East and Islam and certainly as a possession of the “other” not my culture, religion, geographic region etc. In other words the veil was part of an exotic, foreign religion, a curiosity but clearly, in my mind, something that other cultures had rules about. Upon arriving in Egypt I thought all I had to do was study a bit, take a moment to understand them, and it would all be made clear.

The more I learn about the wearing of the veil the more mysterious it becomes. Here are some observations:

There are many styles of veil that cover the head. Whatever the style the veil is always worn if there is a chance that a man not in the woman's family will see her. Basically, anyone who "could" marry the woman. This confuses me since the woman could be married (so, technically unavailable) and the man could be married (again, unavailable) but this rule still "counts". Some veils are colorful silk scarves like the ones we in the West would wear around the collar of a business suit. They coordinate with each outfit so one woman must have many veils. These can fit snugly around the head and are tied in a nice bow shape under the chin. Very little fabric hangs down in front or back. They are secured with just the deft knots or with a couple pins. Other scarves are made of much more fabric and while the look around the head is the same the fabric bunches up under the neck much like a cowl-necked sweater and in the back the fabric hangs freely in a point. Some of these that hang down have quite a lot of fabric and they hang over the shoulders and down to the middle of the woman’s back. Some people wear their veil in such a way that the fabric around the head is not smooth to the skull. It has some volume as thought the hair underneath is full. This gives the woman’s face the look of being framed by fabric.These remind me of a Queen Amidalla look. Some women wear a veil over hair that must be piled high underneath in something like a beehive hairdo or upsweep. These veils look positively structural! I saw one girl put her sunglasses to rest up there one time (like I do when I push them on to the top of my head) but since there was so much veil there it looked as though another cloth face with sunglasses was on top of her head. I guess I have been here long enough that I feel comfortable to judge these styles. In my mind I gave this placement of sunglasses the black Glamour “Don’t Do” rectangle.

In the grocery stores the cashiers wear the same veil color, usually white, with their uniform. In our school the matrons who take care of the children for us wear navy blue veils as part of their uniform. Our cleaning ladies on the other hand, are unveiled. At a soccer game I saw that women wore veils in red, white, and black, the colors of the Egyptian flag. I heard that when they attend the hotly contested rival national games they are not allowed to wear veils of either team’s color! Most of the veils are one color only when worn by workers. Most of the veils of the educated women seem to be multi-colored with decorations. Sometimes the bigger veils have a separate piece of fabric peaking out near the forehead for a layered look. Some schools have almost all the children in veils. I see children going to the school across the street from my villa in solid orange veils. A truly unusual color I think. The veils that cover the face seem to be all black for the most part but just last night I saw a pretty purple one. Veils worn by the Bedoiun in the Sinai are almost always a color and have shiny metal decorations. They cover their face by lifting the veil with their hand and tucking it in but I have also seen the Bedoiun wearing veils with holes cut for the eyes. I bought one of these to bring back home as a wall decoration.

Along with wearing the veil the hijab tells women to cover their arms to their wrists and their legs to their ankles (and some women wear gloves too) These rules are varied as much as the veils themselves. For me the biggest problem with this is that it is hot here in the desert!! Yes, covering your head and body with fabric does keep the sun off. I have taken to draping my head in fabric when in the direct sun more than once here. But some of the fashion solutions do not make sense. Some women wear long outfits at the beach that are made for going in the water. It can’t be comfortable although one woman told me she prefers it since it makes the water feel warmer. Some women wear what we call sundresses but with a long-sleeved leotard top underneath technically covering the skin but leaving little for the imagination regarding the shape of the woman’s body. I saw one woman dressed in such a sleeveless dress and her long sleeves were the perfect match for skin color. I did a major double take! At first I thought I was seeing a veiled woman in a spaghetti strap dress. Once the Western gym teacher in our school wore a sleeveless tennis top and I observed my fourth grade girls whispering to each other about this in amazement. So, the doctrine that dictates the wearing of the veil dictates much more about women’s bodies in public but I will stick with just the veil, it’s confusing enough.

As I write this, April 16, 2010, the news on the radio announces that Belgium may be the first European country to ban the burqa which covers the entire body of a woman. No reason why is given in the headline. I have not seen anyone here wearing a burqa. I think that most here look at the wearing of a burqa as restrictive and too conservative so – there is a hierarchy of acceptance of sorts.

One Western woman who is married to a Muslim man and has lived here for 28 years took me on a tour of the Khan with a posh group of the Egyptian upper class. In our whole group of about 60 people not one woman was veiled. I have to honestly say that I have not been in such a segregated group in Egypt before. Since I noticed it I mentioned it to my friend. She said matter of factly that  we would never see a veil in this class of Egyptians. However, I have been told that the “class” of Egyptians I work for and who send their children to our school are the wealthiest of the wealthiest in Egypt. I think the moms are at least 50% veiled women. We have only one mom who wears the niqab as far as I can tell. And many teachers wear various veils. They are all highly educated and modern women. I am completely confused by my friends response . . . Later that night we are talking about a local Chinese restaurant and she says to me that her family does not go there since there are so many veiled women there. Nothing to do with the food or service or any particular interaction she had. She also dismisses an entire section of Cairo as entirely too conservative and “full” of veiled women. This woman has two daughters living in Egypt and two granddaughters. Clearly, “choosing” the veil is not an option for them and this woman does not equate the wearing of the veil with religious practice and more so with a socio-economic class. However, another veiled friend of mine is from the upper class and very highly educated as well as politically active. So, . . . there is ALWAYS an exception to every "rule" here in Egypt especially in regards to the veil.

Even though the veil seems, at first thought, so foreign to anything I know I realize that it there are veils in Western society. During a Christmas movie I see a child put on a veil in order to play Mary. I see nuns now as veiled women carrying on an ancient tradition. My hometown newspaper has photos of brides and little girls lined up to make their First Communion and they all are wearing types of veils. Wiki-pedia shows pictures of cloth coverings for paintings, statues, and even the Eucharist on an alter and reminds me that these are all veils too. Wearing a veil came, originally, from a place of honoring the female form and placing a veil to provide protection. Now . . . I am not sure what it offers. To my mind it is a confused symbol – it creates a statement but of what is not clear. It is muddy. It has the potential to honor a female but I honestly feel it oppresses females to varying degrees. To some the oppression is minimal since they are already in positions of authority and have truly made a free and thoughtful choice (or at least they feel their choice was their own). For them the veil may only offer a slight nuisance - you cannot go out in the rain (usually not a problem here in the dessert) since your veil will get wet among other logistical problems. If the veil truly created a sense of honoring women then I think the country, as a whole, would be more practiced in treating females kindly. Overall, my experience has been that females are completely objectified and treated poorly and therefore the presence of the veil has not created an enlightened society towards women. As I said, the veil, creates more questions in my mind than answers.


Saturday, May 8, 2010

Friday is the new Sunday

Yesterday was Friday and one of my two final days off before I leave! We worked today (Saturday) in order to make up for some of the days we missed during the Ramadan/Swine Flu month off. Next week I only Friday off again because on Saturday we will work another time since we have to put the final play on. ANYWAY . . .I was set on going in to Ma'adi for church / breakfast somewhere / shopping / and just a little out of the house time in order to be out of the apartment for a bit before I attempted grading. I ordered a taxi and none showed up. I called and they told me the cab broke down and there were no others. I was so disappointed "all dressed up" and no where to go. I went out into the heat to see if a taxi drove by. Now it was only 9:30 AM but it must have been at least 90 by this time with no breeze whatsoever. It was also Friday morning which is the LEAST likely time to find anything outside the house at all, let alone a taxi but . . . .

So, there was not a living creature in sight. Not a human, not a bird, not a wild dog. The sprinklers from the green area across the street were not even on. It was hot, bright, and silent . . . .I waited. Nothing. It was still hot. I waited. A car or two slowly went by - no taxi. Hmmmmm, maybe I wasn't going into Ma'adi afterall. Just when I though maybe not I see what looks like a taxi coming from far away! Yes, it was driving slowly but indeed it was a taxi. I waved. They were going to have no trouble seeing me. Even though they were on the other side of the road me and the taxi were going to connect! But, darn! I saw a passenger in the back! Grrrrrrr. The taxi drove slowly around the great big rotary and I was a little sad watching it. But, here it came along towards my house and it stopped . . .right in front of me!!! Out stepped a worker type guy and he paid the driver!! He was getting dropped off right in front of my house!! I was going to Ma'adi - simple as that I hopped in said Ma'aid and we were off. Me and my older gentleman Egyptian driver who had a voice like Popeye - only in Arabic.





Here is the sweet little sanctuary of St. John the Baptist Church in Ma'adi. Beautiful stained glass windows. And of course when you look at them . . . it hits you. The stories they tell happened in the very neighborhoods where we spend our days . . . along the Nile and in the dessert.







As I got out of the taxi I met my friend Maggie and her husband so my good luck continued! The service was packed since the expat high school students were being confirmed and the bishop of Northern Africa and Jerusalem and the cost there. He was very interesting to listen to, a former medical MD. He talked about the most important thing that Jesus gave to people was peace, his own peace. And that the kids there were committing themselves to a life that would open them up to that peace.




Anyway, it was a lovely service. I've been worried recently about a little girl at home so said my prayers and paid attention. So nice to see and speak with so many people from home - embassy and NGO workers. And we had some decent cake too! Very Western - like I have not had in such a looooong time! I have had quite a few cakes recently too since my kids keep bringing them in to celebrate my imminent departure, which they swear they are very sad about! I will miss this group of people and if I were to stay longer I am sure that I would rely on them as a resource for socializing much more than I did this year.

After church we were off to breakfast. Tried to go to Lucille's but ended up a Villa 55 across the way - nice!

 

It was time to say good-bye to Maggie and Kevin which is a little sad since each time I do this I think it is probably the last time we will see each other, at least for quite a while. Who knows where I will end up in this world in the future. But with only 8 days left I say good-bye and just leave it at that.




After lunch it is off to the local grocery mart to  . . .reach up very high . . .and buy cereal!




Really high - see the man working at the cash register. And the stack . . .makes it interesting to pull a box out of . Sort of like cereal Jenga!

Afterwards . . into a taxi and home James. It was soooo hot I was glad to be in for the afternoon! Today again too and then again tomorrow.! Whew!! and 8 days left . . . . wow!

Oh, and yeah - had a fun time eating dinner with Lizza Obremski and her friend Kat who just flew in from Beruit and with the others in the villa. A good time was had by all and these kinds of days are what I will miss of Egypt.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

Something is coming



The Egyptian people have an exciting year ahead of them in politics (I just hope not TOO exciting). The current president has been in place for 30 years but is now in his 80s and combined with that there is a call for change. People, educated and uneducated alike, are afraid to speak out since it will cost them socially, economically etc.. But some are, there is an interesting interview that Christiane Armanpour did on CNN

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ly_PZxVDQrc

 recently  as well as this blog spot that is linked on my page:

http://www.jonjensen.com/index.htm

It is safe to say that most Americans do not fully realize the important role Egypt plays here at the edge of the Middle East. Here in Egypt most Egyptians feel as though the American government can (and does?) easily shape the politics of this area.

I did not give too much thought to the danger to Westerners that may be here in Egypt when I came. Can it be more here than anywhere else in the world? Certainly not, aside from the traffic accidents that we all risk every time we go on the roads here. I am becoming more and more interested in the way all the politics, geography, finances, and culture link and/or deteriorate the situation.

I have no answers but do feel that there is growing momentum here and that something is coming. Something big, hopefully a benevolent, giant changing the tide (I am skeptical about this being what arrives but I can hope) and maybe we, in the West, should pay more attention.

Friday, April 30, 2010


A Toast

How was Egypt?
They will ask me
In a bar
In New England
Old wood floor – pungent with beer
Rolling under my feet
The Atlantic Ocean mingling in the air

And I will think of
The giant sail 
Of a felucca slapping on its mast as we relax on the Nile (On the Nile!)

And I will think of
The color beige absolutely everywhere
In the desert as far as the eye can see, 
on my shoes, and countertops

a colorful sunset, vibrant spring flowers, no less than miracles for the eyes

And I will think of
My many sudden and terror-summoned visions

of my sons marrying
Without me present!
As my taxi, Suzuki, Mercedes . . .

actually misses! 
The other vehicle, person, donkey

And I will think of
Seeing the pyramids in the distance (the pyramids!)
Framed in a blood-red sun

an African sun bigger than life
reminding me like never before that I live on a planet
and of the passage of time

And I will think of
Listening to the echoes of bird songs
Among giant temple columns

And I will think of
Arabic, hummus, Fayrooz
And pantomiming
And being brave
And a little scared (OK terrified) sometimes

And I will take a sip of my beer (beer!)
And not know what to say
To my fellow New Englander
How long a conversation will it take
To explain?
Such a distant place
Another planet!
no one really knows what happens in a chrysalis

And I will think
And start . . . 

“Let me tell you about the people,
The people I met.”

The power of the human heart, the monument, memory, artifact, lesson,
That will come home with me to stay
A universal lexicon
It is an awesome thing to know such simple things-
We are all the same – people are good
I will bring these friends, Egyptian and Western alike, in stories with me
And drink to them,
And Egypt


MaryAnn Bartlett Cairo, Egypt April 30, 2010

Thursday, April 29, 2010

Teaching in Egypt . . .hmmmmm

Well, in case you haven't noticed I don't discuss my teaching much in this blog. Now THAT is a switch!! Usually I am quite strong in my positions about teaching, probably to my own detriment. And now, I am completely humble. I am not sure what exactly I have managed to accomplish here . . . recently I have collected mountains (OK, hills really) of paperwork in order to get ready to write reports and then hand it all to the kids to bring home. It is a LOT!!! I mean we have covered almost 3,000 years of human history in Social Studies alone! All in a second language which is a lot of work for the kids and the teacher! (Hey!, that's me!) This week all the students are finishing their fourth self-portrait studies with the help of our truly amazing art residents. I am pretty proud of that. The classroom looks and sounds like a studio when I walk in and they are all sketching away. Kids who say they could not possible manage a likeness of themselves are proud to show me their images. Thank God for all his help! And, we have written essays about ourselves. Looking at some I can point out significant progress and in others . . . well - fingernails on a chalkboard is all I can say. But - they are all displayed and I can't say I didn't try! I am sure the culture differences have a lot to do with it all. Managing the class and the 2 languages and how they interact with each other takes 90% of the time which leaves a frantic 10% for i-before-e-except-after-c kind of stuff. . . I just have to smile and wish them all well at this point.

Today started out strangely . . .first one girl said "Miss I have a surprise for you an I can't tell you about it. It's a cake and I got you a big card and we are all going to sign it and then eat the cake for dessert." All I could think to say was "Great! OK!" thinking - hmmm should I act surprised?? And how will we get things done??!


So they spent a good part of our time for writing and get things done working on this card and then at the end said . . . "Miss, miss! Surprise!!" It was cute and lots of lovely sentiments like "Love is in the air" were written on the envelope and in the card. I TOLD you they like their sugar here and their sentiments could NOT be more saccharin!


Well, it was all cute and adorable and the cake was tasty too. The girl who brought it got to give the pieces out to other teachers who let me know that they said, "We are celebrating that Mrs. MaryAnn is leaving." which I am not entirely sure was just an innocent type of  malaprop! The whole cake thing being slightly Egyptized by not have one single butter knife or the likes in the entire building until I scrounged a plastic one from the bottom of the plastic shopping bag used to bring the "washed" plastic utensils back and forth from the house across the street where our lunch is made and to school. Such a long search for that one utensil!! And then there were no napkins or paper towels except the the few I squirreled away the first week of school when a student had a birthday in my class and even that early on I could see that saving every scrap of anything was going to be important. (Of course, I forgot I did that and only knew about these napkins because I have begun to clean out a shelf here and there!) It's NEVER easy in Egypt!! but the date cake was delicious and very, very, sweet with it's coating of pure honey all over the top.

THEN! just to make the morning weirder the next door teacher came to my class ON TIME to ask what the 5th grade should bring and then proceeded to supervise their transition from her room to mine!! First time ever!! I thought I was on candid camera truly. Usually they are told to go to my room and left completely unsupervised in the hall basically acting like zoo animals. And of course, when they came in the were dressed like this and I HAD to take a picture!


I took the the picture told them that they were all now called Erckle and to sit down. Did I ask "Why" (or Lei??) no I did not. In Egypt you don't ask - you just take a picture and keep moving.

So, that was my weird morning. I have two more Thursdays left. We are all getting pretty tired of the whole scene and reflected on the past present and future after work at my place. Complete with a delicious new hors'deouvre oreos with peanut butter and honey! Did I mention that I need to knock off the sugar a bit? Oh, and did I mention gin and tonics?? AND! Did I mention we are still finishing off the ORIGINAL gin I purchased on the plane out here 8 months ago and had to hide in the house of the Muslim woman I stayed with since I didn't know before that that even having it in the house was so bad! Ughhh - it was all fun though and I am not the only one counting the days. I feel pretty guilty leaving early but it can't be helped . . .



Of course, after all the shenanigans I am left with serious reflection and I do worry for these kids. On the one hand they are very wealthy and could be illiterate and lead a fine life full of all the material possessions they could want but on the other hand . . . They do need a school like this to prepare them for a world outside of their little insulated and very spoiled clubs. It is disconcerting to think about. I know that I was here at the beginning and gave it my best shot. At least held the door open for a bit. What comes next . . . who knows? I just have to look at all those Erckles . . . and laugh!

Sunday, April 25, 2010

Bulldozers Mosques and Beaches


Oh the view from my balcony. Here is the gorgeous mosque - Fatma Sharbotlee. It is the only landmark around. We actually get our Chinese food and Pizzas delivered here, not to mention the taxis meet us here. We look out our balconies and if we see the take-out food delivery motorcycle, or the taxi ,we run across the street and meet them. It always makes for an amusing broken Arabic conversation when we tell them "We live in the mosque". If ONLY there were street names and numbers in this brand new city. Notice the buildings in the background, yes, they are completely unfinished as are ALLLLL the buildings within site of mine. There are some lived in but none that I can see close to me. Regardless, every Friday this mosque is jam packed. Friday is the only day of the week that Muslims must pray in the mosque. All the other days they can pray virtually anywhere - in an office - in a restaurant - in a clothing store - anywhere. It is VERY quiet at the moment in the photo. All the people visible are standing and praying and the mosque is full too. What you cannot see is that on the left side of the photo is a rotary where even more groups of people are praying together, always shoulder to shoulder. And, under the palm tree that is in the foreground. I see these groups of people praying on construction sites together. It is always a beautiful moment of peace. Of course, as soon as it breaks the Cairo chaos resumes but . . . for  a bit of each Friday it is quite the site.

The unfinished buildings explain the literal PARADE of bulldozers and construction vehicles that drive by my home all day every day!! On a short 10 minute walk recently no less than 15 bulldozers went by us. They have the most obnoxious horns which have to be used every time they go by us. So friendly . . . .

I am making my final observations here. I have three weeks left. Due to fly out on May 17 which seems incredibly soon all of a sudden. But I know it is time to go. This, as I have said before, is a harsh existence. It is one that I could make the best of if I was forced to but since I know that I have the glorious beauty of Nantucket waiting for me I have little motivation or desire to continue making the best of it. I just appreciate the mosque and all that it reminds me of about hummanity's quest for meaning and peace and the complications that humans can make for themselves. I am counting the days until I am home and I wonder what, if anything, will I miss? The call to prayer? The exotic sites? As soon as I see a sunset over one of our gorgeous beaches I have serious doubts I will long for anything Egypt other than the people I have met. My experiences have been invaluable but their benefits of them will exist in me in the ways I have changed as a person and my newly evolving perception of the world. I'll be glad to observing it all from the little island in the North Atlantic

Friday, April 16, 2010

Tea Man, Tea Country

They sure do love their tea here. I had thought it would be coffee, coffee, coffee but no, tea rules! That is good for me - a tea drinker. They like lots of sugar in their tea and that is just fine with me too although I think I need to take it easy on the whole sugar thing - my intake is way tooo high!

I see people walking everywhere carrying tea trays - mostly men. In the Khan - the big market there are men delivering tea to the stall workers, on construction sites men will sit on the side of the road and take some tea, in the bank there is a man in black pants and white shirt bringing a tea tray from desk to desk and even in our school I noticed a man carrying a tea tray down the hall one day. Must be a sure sign that our little school has actually arrived!

Here he is in the hallway outside my room. Apparently the administrative staff and visitors are treated to tea delivery. I just mooch off of Mrs. Farida who has a nice tea station all set up in her room next door. I think it was the in the first bag of supplies she brought to school.

Most recently I had a tea adventure in the desert of the Sinai. There is a big desert valley that runs north to south through central Sinai called Wadi Ghazela for the gazel that used to roam there. At the entrance is an older man who makes tea for tourists who stop by. This man sat by a small wood fire. The door to his one room home was carved out of a cliff wall and the trunk of a palm tree with a thick rug tossed onto it made a bench to sit on or lean against. It was all quaint and rustic, summoning visions of humans at the beginning of history. That is until his cell phone rang!


Here is a sweet momma cat and kitten who watched us at the edge of this camp.



We drank a lot of tea that day. After hiking through a small canyon and doing some serious four-wheeling (YES! cars can go over rocks and up sand dunes like they do in the commercials on TV!) we stopped at a Bedouin oasis and had lunch and . . . of course, tea.


At the entrance to the valley (wadi) behind us. Desert, canyons, oasis and amazing views everywhere. The colors and shadows changed the landscape as the day went on.



5 different families live in this oasis. The women greeted us with their wares for sale and a man cooked us lunch. We sat in a palm frond and fabric tent to get out of the heat. The palm trees were a lush restful vision of green after all that desert.




Potatoes and carrots cooked in a thin tomato sauce, oranges, tomato and cucumber salsa/salad, rice, and bread. The basics but when you are hungry - yum!

And tea which is a sage flavor with lots and lots of sugar. Served in shot glass size portions.

At the end of the day we visited an elderly woman in another Bedouin camp. This one had a few younger mom type women and lots of children all scrapping around. I purchased some dried sage tea from her and am now the proud owner of a baggie full of a very suspicious-looking substance!! We'll see if I can get it to the States somehow . . . Regardless, taking tea will always conjur these exotic images for me.