It was impossible to sleep on the desert routes. One lived, one died, forever peering out with a steady gaze…
-Désert, Jean-Marie Gustave Le Clézio
No, we slept fine on the Darb. The camels chewed and rechewed cuds, growled and passed gas, settled and resettled into their sand nests but not so noisily as to keep me awake through the night, a Sultān ruling his Sultanate of Sleep.