Chapter 1188: Primitive Life

The Bedouins distributed in the Qattara Depression and the Siwa Oasis in northwest Egypt are a branch of the Bedouin people, known as the Saadi people.

If tourists want to visit the Bedouin tribe out of curiosity, they will usually go to the Red Sea or the Black and White Desert to find the Bedouin living there, instead of running all the way here. Anyway, for tourists, there is no difference between Bedouin and Bedouin.

Salim also felt a little puzzled when he saw these off-road vehicles. He hadn't returned to the tribe for a long time. Could it be that the always-brained chief finally got his head around it and prepared to develop tribal tourism?

A series of crisp laughter came from not far away, and several Bedouin children were chasing and playing with each other, enjoying a carefree childhood. Children of this age in the outside world must be attending class in school, or sitting in front of the TV watching cartoons, or playing educational games downloaded by their parents with a tablet computer, and these Bedouin children’s toys are made of strings. Several plastic empty bottles up. They run around dragging plastic bottles, and it's hard to understand what fun it is, but it's their only entertainment.

The elves couldn't bear it. The gap in life was too great, and it would only get bigger and bigger. No wonder Salim didn't want to come back here.

What is the point of adhering to this way of life?

Adults may be able to choose, but the future of these children is basically doomed. Even if they grow up and learn from Salem and walk out of the tribe, the gap in education makes them only the bottom of the big cities.

Seeing Zhang Zian's strange oriental appearance, the children stopped fighting and looked at him curiously just like he looked at them. The clothes they wore were a little dirty, and they didn't dare to get too close, but just stood a little far away and watched.

Zhang Zian touched his trouser pockets, wanting to give them some small gifts, but he only got Pin Xixi's hot oil, which was obviously not suitable as a gift.

However, in order to cope with the inconvenience of eating during Ramadan, he prepared some chocolate, ham sausage, orange bread, milk and other food in the car, opened the trunk, took it out and waved to the children.

The children were still too timid to come over.

Their eyes are big, like puppies, staring at the brightly packaged food in Zhang Zian's hands and licking their lips, until Salim said something, they cheered and gathered around Zhang Zian , raised his hands high.

"Don't grab it, everyone has a share."

Even though he knew that they didn't understand, Zhang Zian still muttered, stuffing snacks into the hands of each child one by one, and the children were not greedy, and they didn't ask for more after they got one.

these foods,

It may not be a famous brand in front of children in big cities in China, but the children here are like seeing a baby, holding it in their hands and reluctant to tear open the package, or don’t know how to tear the package, or... this is their It's Ramadan, the sun hasn't set yet, so even if there is something delicious, you can't eat it.

They lost their wariness towards Zhang Zian, and everyone had smiles on their faces.

Zhang Zian didn't prepare too much food, these were just for emergency use, and they would be distributed soon, but each child got some.

When you come over next time, you must prepare more snacks.

A woman covered in a dark blue robe walked out of the tribe. She couldn't see her face, but her voice sounded very young. She yelled, and when the children heard it, they waved to Zhang Zian and ran away with a huff.

She was carrying a cloth bag—it was inaccurate to say that the back was carried, because the strap was not on the shoulder, but on the forehead, and a young hand protruded from the cloth bag. It turned out that there was a baby sleeping in the cloth bag.

Although he could only see her eyes, Zhang Zian felt that her gaze was kind, and wondered if it was because he saw him distributing food to the children.

She was still holding a woven bag in her hand, and she squatted down after walking a few steps, picked up some yellow things and put them into the woven bag.

Salim said that it was his cousin, who picked up dried camel dung for fuel.

Zhang Zian didn't know how Salim recognized this was his cousin, did he have a pair of clairvoyant eyes? Can you see the face under the cloth robe through the cloth robe?

Or, every young girl here was his cousin, just as most grown men were his uncles.

The originality here refreshed Zhang Zian's bottom line again and again.

These Bedouins are not unable to leave here, they just choose this life, or are chosen.

There is a well at the entrance of the village, and stones are built around it for wind protection.

More than a dozen camels lined up in front of the well to drink water as if they were spiritual, all dromedary camels.

Unlike the secularized and tourist-oriented Bedouins in the east, the Sadi Bedouins here still retain their original ecological life to a considerable extent. It is hard to say whether this is a good thing or a bad thing. Maybe it is a good thing for tourists. It's a good thing.

Salim introduced that these camels may have just come back from the outside, or are about to go outside. The camel caravan travels between tribes and towns, selling their own livestock products or spices collected in the desert, and buying dates. , flour, vegetables and some simple tools and other daily necessities.

Fina stared at these slightly thin camels, her eyes were full of curiosity.

While Salim was looking for someone to inquire about things, Zhang Zian asked in a low voice: "What? Have you never seen a camel?"

When buying tickets next to the Great Pyramid, some local peddlers offered to Zhang Zian to ride a camel, but he refused, but at that time the elves were not by his side, waiting for him a little far away.

Fina glared at him unhappily, "Why do you think I have seen it before?"

This is strange, isn't the desert often associated with camels? The camel was also nicknamed the Ship of the Desert, and he took it for granted that Fina had seen a camel.

Seeing that he was really not enlightened, Fei Na asked, "Have you ever seen camels in ancient Egyptian murals?"

Putting it this way...

Zhang Zian thought about it carefully. He didn't see many ancient Egyptian murals. The ancient Egyptians liked to depict various animals and various animal gods on the murals, but it seems that there are really no camels and camel gods...

He suddenly remembered that there were no camels in ancient Egypt, and it was the nomadic Bedouin who brought camels from the Arabian Peninsula to Egypt around a few hundred years ago.

Camels are also imported here.

I knew that I would spend a few dollars to let Fina ride a camel at the Great Pyramid, but there should be a chance here.

After inquiring about the matter, Salim ran over and waved to Zhang Zian, motioning to follow him into the village.