If the camel is the ship of the desert, then the donkey is the leaky row boat that you take to get groceries, haul the kids around, and lend to the relatives. There were donkeys available for most excursions of any length into the western desert. Our love of the little create was best demonstrated by our preference to walk. But one day, when the next temple was a over a mile away and that way was very sandy, we rode camels. A creature that looks like it is always smiling, but is really just preparing to spit at you. They get their name not from the distances that they travel over the oceans of sand, but rather from their peculiar walk. The move the front and back leg on the same side at the same time which gives them a rolling gait just like the rolling on a ship. While no one seems to have been made sea sick by a camel, it is only with God’s blessing that we were not thrown to the ground. Still, that one time, it was better than walking.
You are back! I have been checking twice a day. I was worried that you were lost in the labyrinth of a pyramid. But then I calmed down are realized you probably just didn't have internet. You should be writing travel brochures. I sit here and can see the dunes, camels, mosques and the streets of Cairo. There are old pedestrians and slow pedestrians, but no old, slow pedestrians. Love it.
ReplyDeleteKandi and I are agonizing over Easter dresses. Tim is doing the laundry. Life is good.