Harem Girl

The floor was covered with thick rugs of the highest quality, drapes of the finest silk hid the tent’s walls. On the far side from the entrance were ten proper beds made up ready for us ten tourists to go to pilly cush later. Low tables were placed in the centre of the tent surrounded by dozens of cushions. I couldn’t find a grain of sand anywhere which was remarkable seeing as we were surrounded by the stuff. The staff here must have worked extremely hard to keep the place so clean. Outside western tables were placed under awnings with proper western chairs. I’ve never particularly liked the idea of camping ever since I got soaked and freezing going for a jolly with a boyfriend one Easter back in the U.K. All he wanted to do was get inside my knickers but I was so bloody cold I kept my clothes firmly on, needless to say we parted company on our return to civilisation. When this trip was advertised as a true Bedouin experience I thought we would be going to a hotel and have a bit of entertainment some Arab food and that would be it I never thought for a moment we’d be sleeping under canvas, but if you do have to then this was definitely the way to do it.