This morning on our walk we were invited to tea by a friendly Bedouin family. After they'd finished milking the sheep, we went into the tent for tea. It was cool and airy, and contained only the sleeping mattresses, two plastic chairs on which we were honored to sit, and a television. Afterwards we were joined by a man from Madaba and his little boy who came to buy the milk. Conversation, as you can imagine, was a bit stilted - mostly due to my continued failure at Arabic. There was much goodwill, though. Baed baed bukra - the day after the day after tomorrow - we have to return to give them the photos I took (including these).
What splendid teeth.
ReplyDeleteGoats ... are they friendly?
Reading what's-his-name- Jane Bowles' hubby who wrote the music for The Glass Menagerie - Paul someone (Bowles?) - I had gathered the impression that the Bedouin were sauvage.
But perhaps that was the Taureg.
Do you know I was reading this book by this 19 century English woman who galloped about your part of the world investigating Arab horses with her no-good hubby and she said they feed the horses dates (I had been worrying about what the Arab horses get to eat so was somewhat conflictedly relieved - dates???; apparently the horses didn't look too good on this diet; one knows camels eat cactus and stuff and goats eat everything so one was not so worried about their welfare). Now I find myself, in this RSPCA mode, worried about the chooks but I suppose all that dried grass has seed which they peck up and there are the locusts, of course).
And I know you live on couscous and coffee so one needn't worry there.
Do the goats give yoghurt?
Sydney is awash with goats' curd (very expensive). What next?
I ask you.
Ian (of course).