As you might imagine, Christmas is not that big of an event in Egypt. So I decided to amuse myself by taking a trip to the Cairo Camel Market, which is actually in Birquah, about 40km northwest of Cairo on the edge of the Western Desert.
The camel market is the terminus of what is called the 40 Days Road, which begins in the Darfur region of northwest Sudan and makes its way to Cairo. The 40 Days road was and still is, one of the more famous caravan routes in North Africa. The road and the Cairo market have been in existence for centuries. Goods of all sorts, to include slaves, were transported on the camels to Cairo and then sold, along with the camels which had carried everything.
The slave trade stopped with the arrival of the British in the 1880’s, and the trade goods dried up as more efficient transportation means were developed. So all that remains now of this famous caravan route are the camels. A few are bought to be used as beasts of burden, but most are being purchased for their meat.
The market itself is a sprawling area right on the edge of the desert. The camels are sold at auction, so as you can imagine the place is a riot of sights, sounds and smells. But for all of that, this is a place for conducting business and everyone was focused on the task at hand.
The first order of business is to find an area to herd your camels to. Then they will tie up one of the front legs to keep the camel from wandering off.
Once a convenient spot for the camels is located the, the men go off to drink tea and make the initial arrangements for their auction. The camels are left under the watchful eye of the boys of the family.
The auctions for the smaller dealers usually take place right on the road. The bigger dealers rent court yards where they conduct their deals. Young camels like in picture 12 can cost around $350. Older ones like in picture 13 can run up to $700.
I had really good time at the camel market. I am no longer surprised at how fast you can go from metropolitan Cairo, to a place like this that has a raw and gritty feel to it. You really get the feeling that you’re in a frontier town, with all that it implies. Such as the guy in picture 15, who was just strolling down the road with a shotgun slung over his shoulder.
It was good trip.