A thin boy guided our camels across the sand -
We left the bedu camp -
There were barren hills, a single ancient tree -
We wore shemaghs, half masking our faces -
I stroked the coarse pelt of my camel's neck -
Above the emptiness was the sky -
It was mid afternoon -
The boy had dark sad eyes -
He turned to look at us, holding out his hand for small coins -
One hour's drive from Sharm el Sheikh
February 2025