Desert Life : Chives,goats, stars, vodka

A blog, even with the aid of photos and videos can’t convey many of the things we experience because we have five senses, not just sight and sound. So I struggle to bring you the experience of today, where we drive for hours through millions of square meters of wild chives. The gentle oniony smell is all pervasive, but it's not unpleasant, and the plants with their purple flowers alongside other plants with white flowers make for beautiful scenery.
Those huge volumes of chives, don’t go to waste as the driver shows us. We big a full plastic bag of them. Approximately 0.0000000000000001% of the amount available, and later he chops them finely, adds salt, and then stores them in a jar. Then, like a tv show, our hosts produce a jar that they had made a few days earlier. It's quite delicious.
After the drive, we are back staying a 2nd night with the Amaraa family. They have a treat in store for the kids and a test for Flo, namely milking 40 goats. The towns people of course, are embarrassingly bad at it compared to the locals. There is a correct way and a wrong way to squeeze a teet.
In the evening Flo and I are sitting peacefully outside the yurt, admiring the endless horizon and the sky packed with scars, when unsurprisingly Mr Amaraa, rolls up with his wife and some friends and of course the goats milk vodka and real vodka. I was again prepared, and we had some beer to wash away the muttony taste of the milk vodka.Read more