We no longer had the road to ourselves. People passed us by in both directions. With the desert behind, small clumps of civilization were huddled around wells and their denizens were going about their business from place to place.
No adults paid us any attention. Only the children in the villages threw themselves in our path. But turned away when they saw we had nothing to give them.
We also had to watch out for vehicles. The best walking was on the paved road, but not when they came by. Especially the tanker trucks delivering water to out of the way places. We never saw them in villages with wells.
We were both silent preparing ourselves for the ordeal ahead.