So, last week it was kind of dusty out. I don’t think you could call it a sandstorm. It was more like sand blowing around in the air to the point of annoyance.
You hear these stories of sandstorms all the time. A Great Wall of dust that was lifted off the earth and flung at you for days on end. It darkens the sky and infuriates even the nicest of men and beasts alike. Ya, this wasn’t that. I have to admit that when I came back to the Middle East getting that iconic wall of sand photo was high on my agenda. Now, while still on my list of stuff, it has slipped down the ladder.
My time in Turkey was beautiful weather and no sandstorms. Egypt was the same way. I have good sand dune pictures, but no sandstorm picture. I know, be careful what you ask for, it could be awful. Could be …..
My only sandstorm experience so far was more like; “hey guys it’s pretty crappy outside. The sand stings my eyes.”
“Oh ya, we noticed that too.”
It was just a dull brown from one horizon to another. And, safety glasses really didn’t help completely. It was a little surreal.
I guess I can say I that, at some point, I’m gonna get a real sandstorm and maybe the iconic photo. Until then, sand blowing around in the wind will have to do.
That’s that. I’m still chasing the sandstorm. That, and a thousand other experiences. What are you chasing?
Get out there! Go after it!
A picture from the daily commute. 😎