starstruck

the camel glides on the sand- ungainly gait, chewing on little somethings, looking down on people who try to control him. i hold on tight to the wooden seat fitted snug on the hump- i prefer the two-humps and the stability they offer ons the bactrian camel in mongolia..
in the touareg village, muhammad pours a shot of tea or 'touareg beer' as he calls it. 4 year old fatima, with a mohawk, hides behind the flimsy straw tent and sings a welcome song to the beat of her little clapping hands.

the stars are endless.. nomadic touaregs study stars for 5 years before they make their first 30 day journey across the Sahara.
don mclean's 'vincent' plays in my mind as i look up at the sky- a simple pleasure i have denied myself for too long in san francisco..