There’s always one……..

Nobody exaggerates when they say a camel stinks: it’s hard to pick which end emits the less repugnant aroma. I was in full agreement after I had the misfortune to ride this malodorous machine in Tunisia: many moons ago.

It is 110° on the edge of the Sahara desert, the heat having caused mental impairment, well; I assume it has, as I queue up (yes) to go for a wonderful scenic camel ride to an oasis.

Sitting on my camel, hanging on to my eight-year old son, not for his protection; but to ensure I stayed on the beast as it stood up. I let out a sigh of relief, that rivalled the noise the camel was making, as we successfully stayed put; as did my ex and my four-year old son. Unfortunately, two girls didn’t fare so well; one being catapulted over the head and the other – possibly in sympathy – slid off the back. On this occasion I didn’t laugh as fate may have been lurking in the heat.

Off we went, in a nice neat line; my Bert (yes I had named it) managing to break wind on every other sway, this allowed me to gulp in 110° air on the alternate sway. In between being deafened and gassed, I caught sight of the four-year olds leg being kindly washed with camel spit, then the animal took off, making a break for freedom; the ex and the sputum drenched child, looking like two jack-in-a-boxes, bouncing side to side: managed to stay on. I tempted fate and laughed – not too much – as I was mindful of Bert’s rear end extravaganza and I didn’t want to get out of sync with my attempts at breathing unpolluted air.
The chasing herdsman finally caught up with the runaway just as I completed a classic dismount and planted my feet firmly on the sand.
By the grin on their faces, I’m sure the herdsmen had a side bet on the two girls falling off again, but all bets were losers as they both clung on for grim death as the camel jerked itself into the kneeling position.
I waited patiently, admiring the scenic view – although all sand does look-alike – as the rogue camel was being led back to us. I couldn’t decide if the look on my son’s face was that of disdain for the spittle or the “I got a longer ride than you” for his brothers’ benefit.

Was it worth it? Yes! Not for the scenery: sand, the odd palm tree and more sand. (The oasis was left entirely to the imagination.) Neither was it for the joy of seeing ones ex trying out an impression of Lawrence of Arabia; riding into the sunset? No, it was the exhilarating moment when I realised I hadn’t fallen off.


6 thoughts on “There’s always one……..

  1. You have struck such a chord with me: a great friend, who has just dies, adored camels and went on camel treks as a matter of routine when she was out there. She was captivated by the gauche charm of these giants of the desert. Beautifully written, it gave me an idea what my friend must have experienced.

    • Thanks Kate. I’m sorry for the loss of your friend. It is always nice to store up memories and to be able to reminisce from time to time.
      When reading, whether it be your own research or others work, our memories are often jogged into reliving our experiences or that of our friends. Nature has a great way of reminding us of lost ones, and it can happen in the most extraordinary, unexpected way.
      I am pleased your friend had the enjoyment of riding camels; it is an experience not to be missed.
      Helen x

  2. bandsmoke says:

    Such a good laugh and very well scripted 🙂 DH and I rode a couple of the beasts in Egypt but ours were thankfully (or perhaps sadly) very polite!

  3. donna says:

    Sorry helen but I couldn’t help but laugh at this: it really tickled me 🙂

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