Life in a box
My brain is mush... I had this whole theme of "life in a box" that I was gonna write about, but nothing made sense. The festival is over now, two nights ago was the last day and the party in the desert. Now comes the inevitable post-festival blahs... excitement of going home combined with the slight depression of the big event being all over. We're leaving behind friends, old and new.
Let me see if there are some photos that are interesting.
We all loved feeding these camels in the sand lot across from our hotel. They would eat old bananas and oranges and stuff. It was a bit surreal to see these two bedouin guys living in this old tent in the sand and tending these camels just meters away from ultra-modern apartment towers and construction sites.
The party in the desert was also an awards ceremony for the Arabic Film Competition. It was at this resort built into the dunes. The show was good, the food was nice, but there was no shisha!
More later, when my head is clearer and... stuff.
Oh wait, get this:
Let me see if there are some photos that are interesting.
We all loved feeding these camels in the sand lot across from our hotel. They would eat old bananas and oranges and stuff. It was a bit surreal to see these two bedouin guys living in this old tent in the sand and tending these camels just meters away from ultra-modern apartment towers and construction sites.
The party in the desert was also an awards ceremony for the Arabic Film Competition. It was at this resort built into the dunes. The show was good, the food was nice, but there was no shisha!More later, when my head is clearer and... stuff.
Oh wait, get this:
posted by Oliver at 6:59 AM
1 Comments:
PRETTY!!!!
...and craptastically gay!!! NO! not meaning you, you're as obvious as they get, I meant the building behind you.
-Andrew
....and yes you're pretty aswell.
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