We learned the reason behind Quasimo’s choice of yesterday.
The ‘goat track’ kept on through the expanse, meandering from wadi to wadi. Well out of sight of the road. Though we were still aware of its presence by the rumble from the tanker trucks.
Elijah and I were delighted to pass the heat of the day by a well, situated beside the pastoral path. The water was fresh and sweet to the taste.
In the space of our short time there, we were joined briefly by shepherds stopping to water their flocks.
Quasimo knew one of the shepherds and from their conversation we could tell each was pleased with what the other had to say.
Afterwards, Quasimo took us home.