The Camels of Bawiti

Two weeks ago we were wrapping up a quick but surreal trip into the White Desert. On our last night, we took a walk from the eco-lodge to the surrounding area of Bawiti (a small town in the Baharia Oasis). We were in search of hot springs that turned out to be neither hot, nor springs.

We did, however, find something much cooler.

We stumbled onto what turned out to be a camel farm. In the oasis. In the desert. At least twenty camels were lined up against a trough of hay, happily munching away. Camels look hilarious, and these were no exception. 

The sun was beginning to set, and the light was looking phenomenal. A couple of the kids who lived beside the paddock came out to play and jump on the camels. We learned the camels were being raised for meat and milk.

Camel, for the record, tastes delicious.

We were later invited for tea by the man who lived beside the farm, and spent a good hour or two with his family (and neighbours) making origami for the kids (Claire, not me). Moments like this are when the hospitality and warmth of the people rises so far above any expectation, that you're left in a temporary stupor. One that you recover from when you realize how much sugar gets put in your tea!

 Obviously the only way to get a good shot was to climb into the trough with the food.

Obviously the only way to get a good shot was to climb into the trough with the food.

 These kids had zero camel fear. Especially when it came to chasing them around the paddock with sticks.

These kids had zero camel fear. Especially when it came to chasing them around the paddock with sticks.

 Not everyone can be a giraffe. No harm in trying, though.

Not everyone can be a giraffe. No harm in trying, though.

 My favourite kind of light! Yes, I do have favourite types of light. 4 actually.

My favourite kind of light! Yes, I do have favourite types of light. 4 actually.

 This made my day. Actually, week.

This made my day. Actually, week.

 This was our base camp for the first and last nights. Ugh, I think photography is turning me into a morning person.

This was our base camp for the first and last nights. Ugh, I think photography is turning me into a morning person.