A week ago…

28 adults and 36 children loaded up onto 3 buses and headed out to a farm, a Camel Farm.

I have said that this year I wanted to go out there, and experience this place.  So when the email came out that this trip was being planned, I told my kids - we’re going!

The family farms camel milk.  Now I’ve been to a couple of farms and they’ve always been the large ones where most manual labor is complimented with machinery.  At this farm no such thing.  And with the amount of camels they had it looked like a nice size farm.

I saw these people work.  Manual hard work.  I saw young boys walk/run out to the camels and bring them in close.  Close enough for the woman to hold their buckets up and support it with their thighs, and then milk them individually.  They didn’t fill their buckets to the top. not because the camel wasn’t able too but only because the bucket would be to heavy for them to hold up comfortably.

  

It was hot out here.  Dusty and hot but I watched them work. work because this is their way of life.  Their livelihood.

But they were also happy.  happy to show us their farm, their camels and the way they live.  Happy that these curious expats wanted to go out their and see how they live. 

Here are some more photos…….

This photo is the entrance to the area they dug out and use it  like a fridge.  they store their milk and meat. Here is a frame of a yurt.  I think they were in the process of assembling it together. 

And yes, their outside potty, which when you have to go – you have to go.

And the kids who live on the farm.

It was an interesting trip. 

We contributed money as a group to show our appreciation to them but I think we  - 28 kids and 36 adults walked away with an appreciation of their culture, their way of life.

I know I did and that’s hard to put a monetary value on that.