While Cher was moseying up to the camel, a young Kuwaiti guy drove up and invited us to his tent for coffee. Despite some initial hesitation, we decided to accept his invitation. So here we are, sitting in a traditonal Bedouin camel-hair tent, sipping arabic coffee, sampling dates dipped in camel milk, and trying to communicate with sign language and very, very limited Arabic. A very neat experience; thanks for being so bold, Cher!