With the storm at sea, the planned beach camp was canceled in favor of cave camping. Our guide was born in a cave and although he is a city dweller out of necessity now, he loves his home cave and goes back often.
He told us of hauling water in goatskin bags and described how clean the caves always were before plastics and other city garbage came into their lives.
On the other side, he said many children died from drinking water soiled by camels. And water from goatskin bags didn't taste that great. There are tradeoffs for either lifestyle.
The table was spread for our evening meal which was more like a picnic of survival food, but we ate it with relish.
The rain shifted during the night. People near the outer edge of the cave had to get their sleeping pads in, closer under shelter. Our guide who was sleeping near-by, confessed later that he had awakened and saw "his children" scurrying about. He thought about offering to help but decided he would pretend to sleep through it.
The Cave
A member of our group awoke to meet this strange bedfellow next to him.
I'm sorry there wasn't an object such as a shoe in the photo to give a size comparison. Although no one slept well that night, the cave camping was one of the highlights of the trip.
A hard boiled, breakfast egg. Their chickens are more sophisticated than ours...
2 comments:
What is that Bug!!! I love the cave camping-it looks awesome. Saw some caves like that down in utah.
"their chickens are more sophisticated than ours." LOVE IT!
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