I rode a camel. One of the American girls and I saw camel rides being offered and we just went for it. As I approached the camel it started snorting and grinding his teeth, so there was a bit of tension in my relationship with the camel. The tension only increased as I climbed onto the saddle-like contraption and he let out a soft bellow of annoyance. And then he started plodding glumly along the Indian Ocean with two Americans giggling and chattering and wondering how on earth life could get any better. Then the camel obviously decided he’d had enough of our joyous attitudes and he stopped. The camel leader looked a little nervous and began speaking in Swahili. It was to no avail, however, because the camel began to lay down. When a camel lays down, you do NOT want to be on his back. First, his front goes down, so he’s in a kind of kneeling position. Those on his back are thrown forward and then lashed back as he lowers his back. And there we sat, laughing uncomfortably and wondering if we should just get off and run before our not-so-hospitable camel tried to throw us off or something. Before we could put our Jason-Bourne-rolling-off-the-camel-and-making-a-mad-dash-for-the-car-plan into action, however, the camel began to stand up. We went through the same dramatic process of being thrown to and fro until the camel decided he was content and began his slow journey back to the starting place. And then it was over and we dismounted and he left us there to wonder what exactly had just happened. Did we really just ride a camel down the Indian Ocean?
Thursday, November 22, 2012
i rode a camel
I rode a camel. One of the American girls and I saw camel rides being offered and we just went for it. As I approached the camel it started snorting and grinding his teeth, so there was a bit of tension in my relationship with the camel. The tension only increased as I climbed onto the saddle-like contraption and he let out a soft bellow of annoyance. And then he started plodding glumly along the Indian Ocean with two Americans giggling and chattering and wondering how on earth life could get any better. Then the camel obviously decided he’d had enough of our joyous attitudes and he stopped. The camel leader looked a little nervous and began speaking in Swahili. It was to no avail, however, because the camel began to lay down. When a camel lays down, you do NOT want to be on his back. First, his front goes down, so he’s in a kind of kneeling position. Those on his back are thrown forward and then lashed back as he lowers his back. And there we sat, laughing uncomfortably and wondering if we should just get off and run before our not-so-hospitable camel tried to throw us off or something. Before we could put our Jason-Bourne-rolling-off-the-camel-and-making-a-mad-dash-for-the-car-plan into action, however, the camel began to stand up. We went through the same dramatic process of being thrown to and fro until the camel decided he was content and began his slow journey back to the starting place. And then it was over and we dismounted and he left us there to wonder what exactly had just happened. Did we really just ride a camel down the Indian Ocean?
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