Hot Sand Dunes
We traveled through the desert one summer. I was about 12 years old. I remember the Sahara sands as one of the softest things I’ve ever touched and had the pleasure to see. El Oued was just a little town in the Sahara like an Oasis, and it’s about as far as we went. We had gone all along the coast from Algiers to Bijou, then turned south, past Constantine and a lot of Roman ruins. Constantine was a nice big city, but I don’t think my sister had an excellent experience when an old Arab man, hocked a booger and it landed on her foot. Yuck. She wasn’t happy about that, but it’s about all I can remember of that place besides being in the middle of a market. I remember it being real congested and full of Arabs. The Arab women wore black Hayek type burkas. They covered themselves from head to toe with just one eye sticking out.
We saw lots of shepherds with their flocks of lamb pass on the road. When we got to El Oued, we stayed in a hotel with a pool. The pool was half full of water, but we spent all day in it because the weather was unbearably hot and it was the only thing that could keep us from burning up.