One of the Egyptian riders said that in his culture it is taught that a person can survive on just three dates (Balah) per day. Every rest day, I stock up on my favorite riding food (far superior to energy bars) and then each day I put a few in my jersey. Today I had the opportunity to share them with two children whom I met in the early afternoon. These two kids were just standing on the side of the road. Like the women of yesterday… nothing around. Where did they come from? I stopped and they came to me running. The little girl was sucking on a dirty, empty candy wrapper. They were more fascinated with the bike and me than my camera. And when I offered them balah, they were all smiles!
More dates were shared at the café stop as we enjoyed the ginger brew with Kim, Pete, and James, Meghan, Bob, and Nick. This was much needed fuel to last us until the hot, dry, sandy, camp. We are all under a shelter seeking ease from the elements. Like every night, the kilometers of riding, and night sky send us to bed by 7:30. Tonight we had a sunset visitor though – a hobbled donkey meandered among our tents as we zipped up for the night!