Holidays in the desert

Spending Christmas and New Years in disputed territory sounds exotic. And it was. Not in a dangerous sort of way, but in a different sort of way.

Flying in from the north gave us a view of breathtaking scenery. First there was green, then snow-capped mountains, and last of all desert: vast stretches of orange that melted into the sky without a horizon. Later, we discovered the reason for that: wind.img_8629img_8644img_8693Who could turn down a cup of tea in the middle of the desert?img_8910But even in the driest parts of the desert, there was life… signs that deserts will bloom. We also visited an oasis. It was a beautiful and forsaken piece of green property on the way to nowhere.img_8896img_8866We stayed in a small town where few foreigners roam, everything is everyone’s business, and camel meat is cheaper than beef.

We stopped at lots of checkpoints,  visited a nearby fishing village, ate ourselves sick of fresh fish, stuck our toes in the chilly ocean, watched fishermen bring in the day’s catch, rolled down a sand dune (getting sand in our eyes, ears, noses and carrying it home in our pockets),  met a few camels and tasted them too.img_8708img_866320161226_151517img_8757img_8957img_898320161228_165921img_8674img_893920161227_104052img_8914But best of all, we got to meet people with years and years of rich nomadic history.20161223_133811

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