concerned. The desert we crossed was not beautiful at all—just all one color, a faded out tannish hue. But the ride did give us a small sense of the isolation of the desert and the difficulty in establishing and maintaining a route across the featureless land. Naturally, our route was clear and we were with cameleers who were leading us to the village.
The village was very blue—many buildings painted with shades of blue including the home we visited for our hibiscus tea. This home had several rooms and all were painted with decorations of various kinds, bright and colorful and happy in character. The tea is the ubiquitous drink presented to visitors at hotels, restaurants and even here in the desert. It is made of brewed hibiscus flowers and is surprisingly refreshing even though it is served hot! We really appreciated it after the oven-like ride we had just finished. We walked through the village down to the Nile where the boat with Kathy and Kay met us after their ride along the waterfront. We passed children playing in a natural pool of water and saw that the people are very generous in providing containers of drinking water a regular intervals along with roads of the village. The people had small shops catering to tourists with trinkets of all kinds. One lady was holding a live baby crocodile for folks to see, touch and make pictures with. Ashamed of myself, I still succumbed and held the startlingly strong reptile for a picture. He was only about 1 foot in length so there was nothing scary about the experience though he did have many sharp teeth.
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