At the end of the 2nd day we headed off into the Sahara for a 1.5 hour camel trek. This was definitely the highlight of the trip, despite the pain on the legs. As you recall, my camera button had fallen off, so trying to balance on the camel, while holding the camera in 1 hand and the pin in the other to take photos was sure tough work, and made for some fairly blurred photos. And if I dropped the pin, that was the end of my photos for the trip, so pressure was high!
Russell of Arabia ready for action.
Peter of Arabia
One of the camel guides.
Luca, the crazy Italian chef.
Hana from Japan.
My superb anti-sun and sand getup. What style and elegance!
Ah, camel rides in the setting sun, high adventure and romance! We hand't reached our camp for the night by sundown, so we still trekking in the dark under the stars, which was a wonderful experience. It was amazing how the guides can find their way in the pitch dark amongst the confusing dunes.
Our friendly steeds. Interestingly, the locals do not give them names, so I called my camel Nelson.
Our camp for the night.
Our friendly guides. If I'm not mistaken the local nomadic tribes here are called the Tuareg- now we know where VW got their name from!
Yum, settling down for a feast!
Peter took this great photo! I tried with my camera, setting the settings to the same as his SLR, but my camera just turned out completely black photos :o(
MandyMoo
This cute little birdy followed us for while as we headed back the next day.
Alice decided her legs were too sore from the first day, so decided to rather walk back instead of ride the camels. I was glad as I seemed to get a comfier saddle the second day, so it was much bettter on the way back.
Ah, the shocking truth about nomadic travel revealed at last!
Farewell to our guide - who amazingly can speak Arabic, Berber, French, Italian, Spanish, and could chat to me a bit in Dutch, and a bit in Japanese to Hana! He apparently can have brief chats in 15 different languages. Most impressive for someone living in the desert!
Russell of Arabia ready for action.
Peter of Arabia
Luca, the crazy Italian chef.
Hana from Japan.
My superb anti-sun and sand getup. What style and elegance!
Ah, camel rides in the setting sun, high adventure and romance! We hand't reached our camp for the night by sundown, so we still trekking in the dark under the stars, which was a wonderful experience. It was amazing how the guides can find their way in the pitch dark amongst the confusing dunes.
Our friendly steeds. Interestingly, the locals do not give them names, so I called my camel Nelson.
Our camp for the night.
Our friendly guides. If I'm not mistaken the local nomadic tribes here are called the Tuareg- now we know where VW got their name from!
Yum, settling down for a feast!
Peter took this great photo! I tried with my camera, setting the settings to the same as his SLR, but my camera just turned out completely black photos :o(
MandyMoo
This cute little birdy followed us for while as we headed back the next day.
Alice decided her legs were too sore from the first day, so decided to rather walk back instead of ride the camels. I was glad as I seemed to get a comfier saddle the second day, so it was much bettter on the way back.
Ah, the shocking truth about nomadic travel revealed at last!
1 comment:
heh, I love the two photos with the shadows. very nice
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