W pewnym momencie zauwazylismy grupe dzieciakow arabskich. Ubranych tradycyjnie, w kaskach na glowach, i z rozgami do poganiania wielbladow. Te dzieci chyba uczyly sie jak to robic, nie wiem.

W kazdym badz razie wygladaly te dzieci niezwykle egzotycznie, i postanowilismy zrobic im zdjecie.

Dzieci chetnie zapozowaly z Zuzia. A potem sie zaczela bonanza….

Najpierw dzieciaki delikatnie, potem coraz natarczywiej dotykaly Zuzi wlosy, rece, calowaly ja po rekach, po policzkach dotykaly…

Jak zabralam Zuzie, to te dzieci przerzucily sie na mnie i na moja kolezanke. Zaczely nas dotykac, po dloniach, rekach, po ubraniu, poczatkowo niesmialo, potem coraz zuchwalej, w koncu doszlo do tego, ze zaczely mnie i B. po tylkach tymi patykami dotykac.

– Zupelnie jakby robily wista wio tym wielbladom, mowie do B.

I wzielysmy nogi za pas, zaczelysmy uciekac do samochodu.

– Zamknij drzwi – mowi do mnie B.

Dobrze, ze zamknelam, bo te dzieci juz chcialy drzwi otwierac!

Wydaje mi sie, ze dzieci te nigdy w zyciu nie widzialy bialego dziecka, bialych kobiet, a jesli juz to nieczesto im sie to zdarza, bo mieszkaja poza Doha, gdzie ludzie z zachodu nie mieszkaja. I stad pewnie te dzieci byly zupelnie zafascynowane nasza biala skora, stad tez to dotykanie.

At one point we noticed a group of Arab children. They were dressed in traditional way, but with helmets on their heads and with sticks for camels’ buts. These children must have been learning how to ride camels, I’m not sure.

Anyway, these children looked very exotic, so we decided to take a photo.

The children were posing very gladly, with Zuzia. And then the bonanza began…

First gently, then more and more aggressively the children were touching Zuzia’s hair, hands, cheeks, were kissing Zuzia’s hands…

When I took Zuzia away the children started touching me and my friend. They started touching our hands, arms, clothes, first shyly, then more and more aggresively, finally they touched mine and B.’s bum with the sticks.

– As if  they were doing giddiya horsie with the camels, I say to B.

And we started running away, to the car.

– Lock the door – B. says to me.

Good job I did, as the children wanted to open the car door!

I think the children never saw white child, white women, and even if they did, I’m sure it doesn’t happen too often, as they live outside of Doha, where Westeners don’t live. That’s why they were totally fascinated with our white skin, that’s why they were touching us.

Wybralismy sie kilka dni temu ze znajomymi wielblady ogladac. Po pol godzinie jazdy udalo nam sie znalez cos, co ja bym nazwala farma wielbladzia.

Niedaleko od Doha jest tor wyscigowy dla…. wielbladow wlasnie. Bo tutaj sie urzadza wyscigi wielbladow, tak jak w Anglii np. wyscigi konne. Ten tor jest niezwykle dlugi, ma okolo 8 kilometrow.

Wielblady musza byc codziennie przepedzane, zeby sie nie zastaly, wiadomo.

No i nam sie udalo trafic na taki moment, kiedy oni te wielblady pedzili torem, i poza torem tez.

Widok niesamowity, jak tylko bede miala zdjecia, zamieszcze, wiec czekajcie.

Wyglada to tak, ze jest grupa dwoch, trzech, czy dziesieciu wielbladow, na wielbladach chusty, derki i kolorowe dywany, na dywanach siedza tradycyjnie ubrani Arabowie, z takimi witkami do popedzania wielbladow. I taka karawana idzie sobie gdzie ma isc.

Ci poganiacze sa niezwykle przyjacielscy – wszyscy do nas machali (my siedzielismy w samochodzie), i usmiechali sie. Jeden nawet zatrzymal wielblady, abysmy mogli zdjecie zrobic.

CDN.

Few days ago we went to see the camels. After 30 minutes drive we managed to see something what I’d call a camel farm.

Not far from Doha there is a camel race track. Because they do camel races here, like in England let’s say horse races. The race track is very long, maybe 8 kilometers long.

The camels must have their daily run, otherwise they will become lazy, obviously.

We went there at a good moment, when the camels were on their daily run.

It was incredible, when I have a photo I’ll put it here, so just wait.

It looks like this: a group of two, threee, or ten camels, on camels there are colorful blankets, on blankets there are Arabs, dressed traditionally, with sticks. And this caravan goes wherever it has to go.

These Arabs are very friendly – they all were waving at us (we were sitting in the car), and they were smiling. One of them even stopped the camels, so that we could take the photo.

To be continued.