Beware The Ides of March

Beware The Ides of March

It is the day the Camel market comes alive. with wild furious selling. The best of the best animals are up for the block. Thieves, poachers, buyers and sellers all look alike. I was told this place opens at noon. But my instinct tells me it all goes down in the aryl mornings of day light. Had I show up like a bus full of tourist at noon it would have all been over. Its only logical. Why work in the heat of the day in the desert when you can work earlier when its cooler.

I was right. Men stirred around watching everyone from the corners of their eyes. Its virtually impossible to take picture here, but I don't look like a tourist and they can't make me out. There are no Americans here, and I'm surely not going to speak english. Before they do I'm gone to the next, deeper and deeper on an insane trek in the market enjoying the feeling of getting sucked in on the movement and the nerves vibes of market action.