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 e haven't seen people or their gers for several days. Everyone has left to find feed for the animals and water. We are alone out here as we have been many times.
It's brutally dry and hot all around us. The temp went up to 126° F again. It's difficult to keep going at times and we can't make any mistakes out here in this is tough, unforgiving desert. As the summer temps rise and the sun unflinchingly beats down on us we are reminded of the vulnerability of the human body in these hostile conditions. After we had the accident with the water, when one camel rolled and split a lot of bottles, we were on half rations for 7 days until our next resupply arrived. We were getting desperate. To be low on water in this place is frightening.  The thought of dying out here all by ourselves of thirst is not a pretty thought. We had to resort to using our desalinization unit which saved the day for us until our resupply arrived. We found an almost dry water-hole and were able to turn filthy, salt water into drinkable water. We are glad we added the unit to our survival gear.
We are now north of a small, abysmally poor, sandy town and traveling east into a hot head wind. The camels plod on with a natural dignity while we, uncomfortably hot and sweating, sometimes stumble over a rock or a soft sandy area. Toward evening, when we are so tired, we look with envy at the camels who never seem to notice the sometimes unbearably long, sand blasted, hot miles.
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