Did you know there is such a thing as a camel beauty festival in Saudi Arabia? There is and I went…along with two bus loads of other expats. Haya Tours organised the trip which saw us travel three hours out of Riyadh to Um Ragbah (spelling debatable) to learn all about the beauty of camels.
The Camel Beauty Festival, a huge event in this part of the world, lasts a month and attracts a tent city of 30,000 men – competitors, organisers, camel herders, camel experts, camel carers, camel buyers and sellers and all manner of people required to keep every human (because the camels were already taken care of) fed, watered and warm.
This is the first time tourists of the western expat variety had attended the annual camel festival in Saudi and we were made a bit of a fuss over with TV interviews and the like. While we were taking pictures of the festival, others were taking pictures of us.
On arrival we were heralded into smaller groups and assigned an expert in the field of camel beauty who answered all our wierd and wonderful questions.
|Our Q and A man|
So, what makes a camel beautiful? Big head, firm ears, broad cheeks, long whiskers – a good looking complete package which includes, so I was told, juubbly lips. The juubblier the better. The neck and body should be long, the hump and the back should be big with the hump tending to lean backwards, not forwards. Some owners even trim their camels, just a tad to create the illusion of more space between neck and hump. And the girls should have nicely spaced toes.
The posture of the camel is also important though I’m not sure what exactly that means, details weren’t provided in the speel and we didnt’ get around to asking before being moved on. I’m guessing tall with a long neck and nicely held head atop it. (When I tried to research ‘good camel posture’ while writing this post all Google would send me was Yoga websites. Come on Google – get up with the play in the Middle East!).
Last, but by no means least, the colour of the camels is important. Nice clean, clear colors . Oh, and shiny hair. Each week of the festival is devoted to a different color. White, black, brown and red.
|Camel Beauty Festival…the girls strutting their stuff.|
The day we attended white camels were on display in groups of 30, all female barr one male. Apparently because the girls are simply better looking than the boys. Isn’t that always the way. Some of those male camels were huge though. It was obvious they were well cared for. To allow the judges ample time to ponder the groups finer points lead camels often had a tie on their legs to ensure the girls took a more leisurely stroll past the panel of experts.
Other camel groups were paraded in front of the judges led by the ‘camel cowboy’ usually beating a drum. Apparently the less drum beats required to control the camels, the better.
The camels were all very well behaved (the thought of a camel stampede did cross my mind the first time they headed our way) so it didn’t take us long to get comfortable having ships of the desert passing within close proximity.
|Camel Mother chasing her babes.|
We were told not to worry. A camel’s eye magnifies everything it sees which is helpful in the desert when it comes to delicately choosing juicy leaves from among the thorns on the trees. It also means that we humans look a lot larger than we actually are and it is likely, though not guaranteed, that a camel in a bad mood would think twice about taking us on.
Although there were seats set up for the judges, they spent most of their time out nearer the action and the passing camels to get a better look at their beauty points.
When they did return to their seats they were happy to take a little time out to say ‘Gidday’ and provide we eager tourists with photo opportunities. Apparently the judges are all Bedouin, people considered best at knowing an excellent camel from the mediocre.
|The view through the fence|
As the morning competitions came to an end we were able to get close up and personal with a camel or two till the camels got tired of the attention and left.
After learning the in outs of a camel beauty contest we were taken to another area for Arabic coffee and sweets. The men didn’t need much encouraging to participate in the men’s sword dance, modified this day with what I think were camel canes.
Here’s a few shots of our lunch break, though for some reason my camera decided to turn itself on to black and white which I didn’t notice for quite some time.
|The fire out by the tent|
|The dallah – Arabic coffee pots|
|The Camel Rides|