Je me suis réveillé vers six heures. Evelyne dort. Après m’être habillé et rangé les affaires je suis sorti de la tente. Elle a bien tenu, mais de toutes manières le vent n’était pas exagérément fort.
Le soleil s’est levé vers six heures quarante.
Peu à peu du mouvement commence à se faire du côté du foyer. Ibrahim fait le pain.
Evelyne est levée et range ses affaires.
Cette nuit l’humidité est nettement moins forte qu’hier quoique la condensation est quand même palpable. Comme à l’habitude nous laissons la tente s’aérer pendant le petit déjeuner.
Celui-ci est pareil à celui d’hier : du pain frais ou chaud selon comment on le conçoit, avec de la confiture, du thé et/ou du café, au choix.
Isabelle a les talons en sang. Il paraît qu’elle n’avait plus utilisé ses pataugas depuis cinq ans.Elle s’est fabrique des chaussettes avec une fente de sorte à pouvoir avoir prise, et pouvoir marcher avec les slash de plage la fixation renforcée par un bandage autour du pied y compris le slash.
Rida a ramené les chameaux et après les avoir chargés nous nous sommes mis en route.
Il y a du soleil mais le vent est frais. J’ai pris la décision d’utiliser le chèche le matin et le soir, pour me tenir chaud à la tête. Dans l’après midi j’utiliserai la casquette saharienne. Le knicker et les chaussettes sont un peu chaudes mais je préfère garder le training pour le soir et l’autre pantalon pour la ville et le retour.
Je fais aussi un effort pour ne pas retrousser les manches de ma chemise qui protègent ainsi mes bras du soleil.
Le parcours est de plus en plus sablonneux. Nous traversons une grande extension de dunes.
Je marche un peu en retrait car je prends beaucoup de photos et puis Béchir commence à être un peu plus à l’aise avec nous. Au début il se retournait tout le temps ;pour voir si nous suivions, ralentissait, faisait des haltes regroupement.
J’ai mis à portée l’appareil photo jetable faisant des panoramiques. J’espère qu’elles seront réussies. Nous suivons une direction est nord-est. J’observe les traces des chamelles et leurs petits.
D’après ce qui nous a été raconté, les chamelles n’ont qu’un chameau tous les deux ans, car il faut un an pour la gestation et un autre pour l’allaitement. Généralement la mise à bas à lieu en janvier. Les chameaux qui nous accompagnent sont tous de mâles. Il y en a un même qui est en rut. Il ne fait que beugler et des drôles de bruits avec sa gueule. Les autres sont moins bruyants. Il y a même un blanc qui est castré. D’après ce que Béchir nous a raconté, Rida le monte lors de tournois et courses à Douz
Je pense à mes aquarelles. Pas le temps pour faire ne soit qu’un croquis. Dès que j’arrête prendre une photo, la caravane s’éloigne. Je choisirais, plus tard, calmement dans mes photos mes futures aquarelles.
Dans le silence de me pas, le temps passe. Je marche sur les traces des autres et je me demande si je ne prendrai pas une photo de leurs empreintes. J’essaie de les reconnaître : Françoise et Andrée des « Aigle », sauf que pour Andrée elles ont la marque de ses bâtons sur le côté. Pour Isabelle c’est très facile avec ses « mocassins » improvisés. Rida chausse des sandales un peu comme les miennes. Lionel des semelles« Vibram » avec le logo à hauteur du talon. Babeth aussi des Vibram mais le logo à mi-pied. Des RockPort pour Frédéric.Il est curieux de voir qui suit qui, qui écrase qui, qui s’écarte du sentier, qui a une démarche souple, qui pèse de son poids qui par contre a une démarche agressive. Etc. L’humidité du sable permet l’enregistrement des empreintes aisément. Nous nous sommes arrêtés vers midi moins le quart, le soleil tape assez fort. Comme Isabelle a assez de difficulté avec ses slashes improvisées, Lionel et Frédéric on commencé à couper la partie arrière de ses pataugas afin de laisser les talons à l’air.
Après quelques essais et ajustements cela semble convenir. Ils tiennent moins bien la cheville, mais au moins elles gardent une meilleure adhérence et facilité de démarche que les slashes.
Pour ma part j’ai mis les sandales pendant la pause de midi car la partie extérieure de ma cheville droite commence à se faire sentir. Non pas par un frottement quelconque, mais par la pression exercée.
Depuis le début de la matinée je n’ai vu aucune trace de véhicule.
Je mets de la crème solaire sur la figure mais surtout sur le nez. Aussi sur le revers de la main droite qui est un peu brûlé.
Le rituel de midi n’est plus à raconter si ce n’est que des détails isolés.Les obsédés des règles d’hygiène s’abstenir. Avant chaque repas, Béchir verse un peu d’eau, environ deux doits, dans la grande cuvette en émail, à tout faire. Il sort du lot treize assiettes, onze cuillères et onze tasses, en plus des cruches et cafetières et théières métalliques à tout faire. Il passe les assiettes, verres et couverts dans la bassine pour les rincer. C’est dans cette même eau qu’il lave les légumes qui sont finement débités pour notre repas de midi.
A la fin du repas, Rida et Ibrahim lavent les assiettes, tout simplement, mais efficacement avec ce qui est à la portée, avec du sable. En fin du compte il faut tirer profit des ressources mises à disposition par la mère nature.
J’imagine que si l’on se trouvait à l’intérieur d’un grand cratère, plein de cendres, nous ferions de même avec de la cendre.
C’est pourquoi il est conseillé dans tous les guides d’essayer de se désinfecter les mains avant les repas. Pour ce faire j’ai prévu deux produits : des lingettes désinfectantes et un gel, lui aussi désinfectant. Mais au préalable j’utilise une lingette classique pour enlever la première couche de saleté.
Après le repas, pendant que les autres font la sieste, je déambule. Je constate que les petites bestioles se déplacent très vite sur le sable, les scarabées, les fournies, les lézards, de plus ils semblent avoir des pattes quelque peu plus longues qu’à l’habitude. Probablement une adaptation à l’habitat et surtout pour échapper à la chaleur du sable, principalement en été. En outre, à peine assis quelque part, elles répliquent s’enquérir de l’intrus, à moins que ce ne soit que nous dégageons odeur tellement forte que nous sommes repérés des kilomètres à la ronde.
Heureusement il semble ne pas faire assez chaud pour les scorpions et les serpents, qui sont encore en hibernation.
J’ai un peu mal aux talons, mais c’est surtout une chaleur interne. J’ignore si un peu de crème me soulagerait.
Nous reprenons la route vers quinze heures et continuos sur un sable très fin.
On peut constater qu’il a plu très récemment car par endroits on a l’impression de marcher dans la boue, tellement le sable est mouillé. En outre on observe une surabondance de jeunes pousses qui probablement ne devraient pas être là en temps normal. Nous débarquons sur une grande extension de touffes ou plantes en fleur. Une fleur à la teinte bleu clair rougeâtre que Béchir nous dit s’appeler des « Gologlan »
Au fur et à mesure que nous pénétrons dans ce « champ »de fleurs l’odeur agréable qu’elle exhalent nous envahit.. Par ci par là, d’une manière plus isolée il y a quelques plants de camomille.Plus loin on tombe sur une grosse mare profonde par endroits d’un bonne trentaine de centimètres. Les chameliers profitent pour faire boire les dromadaires, et à notre plus grand étonnement Rida remplit leur jerrican de cette eau. Evelyne veut leur donner des pastille purifiantes mais ils lui disent que cela ne sert à rien. J’explique plus tard à Evelyne qu’il vaut mieux ne pas interférer dans ce genre de situations. Nous aurions effectivement besoin des pastilles. L’estomac de ces autochtones est adapté à ce mode de vie. Ils sont vaccines dès leur plus jeune âge. Ils ne sont pas à l’abri de l’une ou l’autre infection mais ils sont dotés d’autres anticorps.
Nous continuons notre chemin sous l’agréable ombre d’un gros cumulus qui nous proportionne une sensation de fraîcheur non négligeable.Nous arrêtons un peu avant cinq heures. Béchir à ce qu’il paraît est un peu malade. Nous lui avons fourni quelques médicaments.
Par précaution j’ai mis des pierres et du sable tout autour de la tente, même s’il n’y a pas du vent aujourd’hui.
Béchir comme à l’habitude prépare le souper. Nous transportons une vieille keskes qui semble avoir vécu. Si la base du souper semble être naturelle, on utilise en revanche des boîtes de conserve pour les pois chiches et autres légumes du genre, voire la viande. Ces boîtes de conserve une fois vidées de leur contenu, sont remplies de sable et servent de support aux casseroles et keskes.
Pour celui qui ne saurait pas ce qu’est qu’une keskes, il s’agit d’une casserole à deux étages, emboîtables. La partie supérieure ayant le fond en passoire permet la cuisson o la vapeur, généralement de la semoule ; la partie inférieure permet la cuisson de légumes dans leur « jus ».
Etant donné que personne n’utilise la tente nomade, ils ne l’ont pas montée.
Le tapis a été place comme à l’habituelle, près du feu. Nous nous installons tout autour. J’ai toujours quelque difficulté à rester accroupi des longues minutes, c’est pourquoi je change souvent de position.
Je ne me lasserai pas de ces moments passés autour du feu, dans l’obscurité de la nuit.
J’ai une pensée pour les hommes préhistoriques et ce que cela a dû représenter pour eux la découverte du feu. Déjo nous dans notre modernité qui utilisons la chaleur du feu virtuel de la vitrocéramique, du réchaud, etc. nous oublions presque que la flamme existe. Ces journées me permettent de revenir quelque peu, pieds sur terre, aux choses essentielles. A être réglé par la lumière du jour, du soleil. Qu’elle importance qu’il soit cinq, six ou sept heures si le soleil brille ou ne brille pas ? Béchir nous dit que cela ne sert à rien de vouloir aller contre le temps, contre la nature. A voir la hauteur de lastre sur l’horizon il sait si l’heure de la halte est proche ou non.
J’aimerais rester plus longtemps avec les autres autour du feu. Comme les autres journées précédentes, la fatigue nous gagne. En outre Béchir nous « gave ». La nourriture est certes semblable d’un jour à l’autre mais le minimum de variété qu’il apporte démontre une attention préméditée vis-à-vis de nous. Je sui sûr que si Béchir, Ibrahim et Rida devaient se déplacer seuls, ils ne feraient pas autant de variété.J’ai un peu mal partout. Je sais que c’est surtout à cause de la dureté de la couche et je regrette déjà que cette aventure ne dure pas deux semaines, car je suis sûr qu’il faut au moins une semaine pour s’acclimater, pour prendre le rythme, pour que la mémoire musculaire oublie le lit douillet. D’ailleurs je mesure régulièrement ma glycémie et elle se porte à merveille, et ce malgré les thés sucrés et autres entorses que je m’autorise.
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I awoke about six hours. Evelyne sleeps.
After being equipped to me and being arranged business I left the tent. She well held, but in all manners wind was not exaggeratedly strong.
The sun rose about six hours forty.
Gradually of the movement starts to be done on the side of the hearth.
Ibrahim makes the bread.
Evelyne is raised and arranges her business.
This night the humidity is definitely less high than yesterday though condensation is nevertheless palpable. As to the practice we leave the tent air ourselves during breakfast.
It is similar to that of yesterday: cool or hot bread according to how it is conceived, with jam, of the tea and/or of coffee, to the choice. Isabelle has the heels in blood. It appears that she had no longer been using its pataugas for five years.
She is herself factory of the socks with a slit in order to be able to have taken, and be able to go with the slash of range the fixing strengthened by binding around the foot including the slash.
Wrinkled brought back the camels and after having charged them we got under way.
There is of the sun but wind is fresh. I took the decision to use chèche the morning and the evening, to hold me hot to the head. In after midday I will use the Saharan cap. The knicker and socks are rather hot but I prefer keeping training for the evening and other trousers for the city and the return.
I also make an effort not to roll up the handles of my shirt which protect thus my arms of the sun.
The course is increasingly sandy. We cross a major dune extension.
I go slightly in withdrawal because I take many photographs and then Béchir starts to be slightly more at ease with us. At the beginning he returned himself all the time;pour see whether we follow, slowed down, made regrouping halts.
I put within scope the disposable camera making panoramic. I hope that they will be successful. We follow a direction are North-East. I observe the traces of the chamelles and their small.
According to what was told to us, chamelles have only a camel every two years, because a year for gestation and another for suckling is needed. Generally the setting with bases in place in January. The camels who accompany us are all of males. There is a same which is in rut. It makes only low and of the strange noises with its mouth.
Others are less noisy. There even is a blank which is castrated.
According to what Béchir us told, wrinkled goes up at the time of tournaments and races to Douz I think of my water-colours. Not the time to do is only a sketch. As soon as I stop take a photograph, the caravan moves away. I would choose, later, calmly in my photographs my future water-colours.
In the silence of me not, the time passes. I go on the traces of the others and I wonder whether I will not take any photograph of their impressions. I try to recognise them: Françoise and Andrée of the "Aigle", except that for Andrée they have the mark of its sticks on the side. For Isabelle it is very easy with its "mocassins" improvised. Wrinkled fits sandals slightly like mine. Lionel of the "Vibram" soles with the logo up to the heel. Babeth also of the Vibram but the logo with mid-foot. A RockPort for Frédéric.
It is curious to see which follows which, which crushes which, which departs from the path, which has a flexible step, which is of its weight which on the other hand has an aggressive step. Etc. the humidity of sand allows the recording of the impressions easily. We stopped about midday minus a quarter, the sun types rather extremely.
As Isabelle has difficulty enough with its slashes improvised, Lionel and Frédéric one started to cut the part of its pataugas in order to leave the heels to air.
After some tests and adjustments that seems to be appropriate. They hold less well the pin, but at least they keep a better adhesion and step facility than the slashes.
For my part I put the sandals during the midday pause because the external part of my straight pin starts to be felt. Not by unspecified friction, but by exerted pressure.
Since the beginning of the morning I have seen no vehicle trace.
I put of sun lotion on the figure but especially on the nose. Thus on the reverse of the straight hand which is burned slightly.
The midday ritual is no longer to tell if these are only isolated details.
The maniacs of the hygiene rules abstain. Before each meal, Béchir pours a little water, approximately two doits, in the large basin in enamel, everything to be done. It brings out from the batch thirteen bases, eleven spoons and eleven cups, in addition to the pitchers and metal coffee machines and teapots everything to be made. It passes the bases, glasses and covers in the basin to rinse them. It is in this same water as it washes the vegetables which are output finely for our lunch.
At the end of the meal, wrinkled and Ibrahim wash the bases, quite simply, but effectively with what is to the scope, with sand. In end of the account from the resources made available by the natural mother must be benefited.
I imagine that if one were inside a large crater, full of ashes, we would do likewise with ash.
This is why it is advised in all the guides to try to disinfect oneself the hands before the meals. For that purpose I envisaged two products: disinfecting lingettes and a frost, also disinfectant. But as a preliminary I use a lingette traditional to remove the first layer of dirtiness.
After the meal, while others make the nap, I saunter. I note that the small small beasts travel very quickly sand, beetles, provided, lizards, moreover they seem them to have somewhat longer legs than to the practice. Probably an adaptation to the habitat and especially to escape the heat of sand, mainly in summer. Moreover, hardly placed somewhere, they respond inquire oneself of the intruder, unless it is only we have so high odour that we are located of the kilometres to the round.
Fortunately it seems not to be hot enough for the scorpions and the snakes, who are still in hibernation.
I have slightly badly to the heels, but it is especially internal heat. I do not know if a little cream would relieve me.
We take up again the road about fifteen hours and continuos on very fine sand.
One can note that it rained very recently because by places one has the impression to go in mud, so much sand is wetted. Moreover a superabundance of young growths which probably should not be there in normal time is observed. We unload on a major tuft or plant extension in flower. Flower to the reddish colour light blue that Béchir says to be called a "Gologlan" As we penetrate this "field" of flowers the pleasant odour that it exhale invades us.. Per Ci thereby, in a more isolated way there are some camomile plants.
Further one falls on one large deep water puddle pool by places of good about thirty centimetres. Chameliers profit to give a drink to the dromedaries, and to our greatest astonishment wrinkled fills them jerrican of this water. Purifying Evelyne wants to give them pelletises but they say it that that is useless. I explain later to Evelyne that it is better not interfere in this kind of situations. We would need indeed the pellets. The stomach of these autochthonous is adapted to this way of life. They are cowpoxes as from their youngest age. They are not to the shelter of the one or the other infection but they are equipped with different antibodies.
We continue our way under the pleasant shade of a large cumulus which proportions to us a considerable freshness feeling.
We stop slightly before five hours. Béchir with it that it appears is rather sick. We provided it with some medicines.
As a precaution I put stones and sand all around the tent, even if there is not of wind today.
Béchir as to the practice prepares the supper. We transport an old keskes which seems to have lived. If the base of the supper seems to be natural, cans for the chick peas and other vegetables of the kind, or even the meat are used on the other hand. These once emptied cans of their contents, are filled with sand and serve as a support to the pans and keskes.
For that which would not know what is that a keskes, it is a pan on two floors, encasable. The upper part having the base in strainer allows cooking o steam, generally of semolina; the lower part allows vegetable cooking in their "juice".
Since nobody uses the nomadic tent, they did not assemble it.
The carpet was place as to the usual, near fire. We install to us all around. I always have some difficulty in remaining squatted of the long minutes, this is why I change often position.
I will not weary myself of these moments spent around fire, in the obscurity of the night.
I have a thought for prehistoric men and what that had to represent for them the discovery of fire. Déjo we in our modernité who let us use the heat of the virtual fire of vitroceramics, of the stove, etc we almost forget that the flame exists. These days enable me to return somewhat, feet on ground, to the essential things. To be regulated by daylight, of the sun. What it importance that it is five, six or seven hours if the sun shines or does not shine? Béchir says that that is useless to want to go against the time, against nature. To see the height of lastre on the horizon it knows if the hour of the halt is close or not.
I would like to remain longer with the others around fire. Like the other previous days, fatigue gains us. Moreover "gave" Béchir we.
Food is certainly similar from one day to another but the minimum of variety that it brings shows attention premeditated with respect to us. I sure sui that if Béchir, Ibrahim and wrinkled had to move lonely, they would not make as much variety.
I have slightly badly everywhere. I know that it is especially owing to the hardness of the layer and I regret déjo that this adventure does not last two weeks, because I am sure that one must at least a week to acclimatise yourselves, to take the rhythm, so that the muscular memory forgets the soft bed. Moreover I measure regularly my glycemia and it carries itself with wonder, and it despite the sweetened teas and other distorsions that I permit myself.
After being equipped to me and being arranged business I left the tent. She well held, but in all manners wind was not exaggeratedly strong.
The sun rose about six hours forty.
Gradually of the movement starts to be done on the side of the hearth.
Ibrahim makes the bread.
Evelyne is raised and arranges her business.
This night the humidity is definitely less high than yesterday though condensation is nevertheless palpable. As to the practice we leave the tent air ourselves during breakfast.
It is similar to that of yesterday: cool or hot bread according to how it is conceived, with jam, of the tea and/or of coffee, to the choice. Isabelle has the heels in blood. It appears that she had no longer been using its pataugas for five years.
She is herself factory of the socks with a slit in order to be able to have taken, and be able to go with the slash of range the fixing strengthened by binding around the foot including the slash.
Wrinkled brought back the camels and after having charged them we got under way.
There is of the sun but wind is fresh. I took the decision to use chèche the morning and the evening, to hold me hot to the head. In after midday I will use the Saharan cap. The knicker and socks are rather hot but I prefer keeping training for the evening and other trousers for the city and the return.
I also make an effort not to roll up the handles of my shirt which protect thus my arms of the sun.
The course is increasingly sandy. We cross a major dune extension.
I go slightly in withdrawal because I take many photographs and then Béchir starts to be slightly more at ease with us. At the beginning he returned himself all the time;pour see whether we follow, slowed down, made regrouping halts.
I put within scope the disposable camera making panoramic. I hope that they will be successful. We follow a direction are North-East. I observe the traces of the chamelles and their small.
According to what was told to us, chamelles have only a camel every two years, because a year for gestation and another for suckling is needed. Generally the setting with bases in place in January. The camels who accompany us are all of males. There is a same which is in rut. It makes only low and of the strange noises with its mouth.
Others are less noisy. There even is a blank which is castrated.
According to what Béchir us told, wrinkled goes up at the time of tournaments and races to Douz I think of my water-colours. Not the time to do is only a sketch. As soon as I stop take a photograph, the caravan moves away. I would choose, later, calmly in my photographs my future water-colours.
In the silence of me not, the time passes. I go on the traces of the others and I wonder whether I will not take any photograph of their impressions. I try to recognise them: Françoise and Andrée of the "Aigle", except that for Andrée they have the mark of its sticks on the side. For Isabelle it is very easy with its "mocassins" improvised. Wrinkled fits sandals slightly like mine. Lionel of the "Vibram" soles with the logo up to the heel. Babeth also of the Vibram but the logo with mid-foot. A RockPort for Frédéric.
It is curious to see which follows which, which crushes which, which departs from the path, which has a flexible step, which is of its weight which on the other hand has an aggressive step. Etc. the humidity of sand allows the recording of the impressions easily. We stopped about midday minus a quarter, the sun types rather extremely.
As Isabelle has difficulty enough with its slashes improvised, Lionel and Frédéric one started to cut the part of its pataugas in order to leave the heels to air.
After some tests and adjustments that seems to be appropriate. They hold less well the pin, but at least they keep a better adhesion and step facility than the slashes.
For my part I put the sandals during the midday pause because the external part of my straight pin starts to be felt. Not by unspecified friction, but by exerted pressure.
Since the beginning of the morning I have seen no vehicle trace.
I put of sun lotion on the figure but especially on the nose. Thus on the reverse of the straight hand which is burned slightly.
The midday ritual is no longer to tell if these are only isolated details.
The maniacs of the hygiene rules abstain. Before each meal, Béchir pours a little water, approximately two doits, in the large basin in enamel, everything to be done. It brings out from the batch thirteen bases, eleven spoons and eleven cups, in addition to the pitchers and metal coffee machines and teapots everything to be made. It passes the bases, glasses and covers in the basin to rinse them. It is in this same water as it washes the vegetables which are output finely for our lunch.
At the end of the meal, wrinkled and Ibrahim wash the bases, quite simply, but effectively with what is to the scope, with sand. In end of the account from the resources made available by the natural mother must be benefited.
I imagine that if one were inside a large crater, full of ashes, we would do likewise with ash.
This is why it is advised in all the guides to try to disinfect oneself the hands before the meals. For that purpose I envisaged two products: disinfecting lingettes and a frost, also disinfectant. But as a preliminary I use a lingette traditional to remove the first layer of dirtiness.
After the meal, while others make the nap, I saunter. I note that the small small beasts travel very quickly sand, beetles, provided, lizards, moreover they seem them to have somewhat longer legs than to the practice. Probably an adaptation to the habitat and especially to escape the heat of sand, mainly in summer. Moreover, hardly placed somewhere, they respond inquire oneself of the intruder, unless it is only we have so high odour that we are located of the kilometres to the round.
Fortunately it seems not to be hot enough for the scorpions and the snakes, who are still in hibernation.
I have slightly badly to the heels, but it is especially internal heat. I do not know if a little cream would relieve me.
We take up again the road about fifteen hours and continuos on very fine sand.
One can note that it rained very recently because by places one has the impression to go in mud, so much sand is wetted. Moreover a superabundance of young growths which probably should not be there in normal time is observed. We unload on a major tuft or plant extension in flower. Flower to the reddish colour light blue that Béchir says to be called a "Gologlan" As we penetrate this "field" of flowers the pleasant odour that it exhale invades us.. Per Ci thereby, in a more isolated way there are some camomile plants.
Further one falls on one large deep water puddle pool by places of good about thirty centimetres. Chameliers profit to give a drink to the dromedaries, and to our greatest astonishment wrinkled fills them jerrican of this water. Purifying Evelyne wants to give them pelletises but they say it that that is useless. I explain later to Evelyne that it is better not interfere in this kind of situations. We would need indeed the pellets. The stomach of these autochthonous is adapted to this way of life. They are cowpoxes as from their youngest age. They are not to the shelter of the one or the other infection but they are equipped with different antibodies.
We continue our way under the pleasant shade of a large cumulus which proportions to us a considerable freshness feeling.
We stop slightly before five hours. Béchir with it that it appears is rather sick. We provided it with some medicines.
As a precaution I put stones and sand all around the tent, even if there is not of wind today.
Béchir as to the practice prepares the supper. We transport an old keskes which seems to have lived. If the base of the supper seems to be natural, cans for the chick peas and other vegetables of the kind, or even the meat are used on the other hand. These once emptied cans of their contents, are filled with sand and serve as a support to the pans and keskes.
For that which would not know what is that a keskes, it is a pan on two floors, encasable. The upper part having the base in strainer allows cooking o steam, generally of semolina; the lower part allows vegetable cooking in their "juice".
Since nobody uses the nomadic tent, they did not assemble it.
The carpet was place as to the usual, near fire. We install to us all around. I always have some difficulty in remaining squatted of the long minutes, this is why I change often position.
I will not weary myself of these moments spent around fire, in the obscurity of the night.
I have a thought for prehistoric men and what that had to represent for them the discovery of fire. Déjo we in our modernité who let us use the heat of the virtual fire of vitroceramics, of the stove, etc we almost forget that the flame exists. These days enable me to return somewhat, feet on ground, to the essential things. To be regulated by daylight, of the sun. What it importance that it is five, six or seven hours if the sun shines or does not shine? Béchir says that that is useless to want to go against the time, against nature. To see the height of lastre on the horizon it knows if the hour of the halt is close or not.
I would like to remain longer with the others around fire. Like the other previous days, fatigue gains us. Moreover "gave" Béchir we.
Food is certainly similar from one day to another but the minimum of variety that it brings shows attention premeditated with respect to us. I sure sui that if Béchir, Ibrahim and wrinkled had to move lonely, they would not make as much variety.
I have slightly badly everywhere. I know that it is especially owing to the hardness of the layer and I regret déjo that this adventure does not last two weeks, because I am sure that one must at least a week to acclimatise yourselves, to take the rhythm, so that the muscular memory forgets the soft bed. Moreover I measure regularly my glycemia and it carries itself with wonder, and it despite the sweetened teas and other distorsions that I permit myself.
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