All this sunshine we’ve been having has reminded me of the slightly more sweltering heat of a place in Sinai, Egypt. The place itself has no real name; a collection of beach huts dotted along the side of the oh so clear and smooth Red Sea, with Saudi Arabia and Jordan visible as distant hues on the other side of the water. Hamdan was our host. He slept a lot of the time during our visit, made us tea, swopped stories and jokes, and talked abut being a Bedouin. A Bedouin man I met in Palestine described the life of a Bedouin as being simply ‘big open skies, full of stars at night, our animals and nature, traveling from place to place, and being part of the land.’ Bedouins were and still are in some places, a semi-nomadic people, desert dwellers, and are famous for their hospitality and generosity. Hamdan and this place on the Red Sea matched these wonderful descriptions.