For two kids who met living in Kentucky, our joint horse riding ability was next to zero.   This fact occurred to me suddenly as our Berber guide coaxed the giant, lumpy beasts and checked the saddles made of plywood, ropes, and blankets.  I peered around the other side of my ticket to the lunch camp an hour’s ride across the dunes and wondered if maybe I wasn’t that hungry after all.  

There were not stirrups, no reins, and my new friend kept side eyeing me while curling his upper lip.  I stumbled backwards, I was not about to add camel spit to my collection of desert grime–there is only so much a bucket and a bowl can really substitute for a shower!

The camels were lowered to a sit and thankfully the Berber had my husband climb aboard first and as soon as He sat, the camel shot up into the air and my already giant 6’4″ husband was towering 4 feet above me and looking at me with his phrase of the desert “WTF…”

As we moseyed along the dunes, my camel began to show his ornery side. He didn’t like to go up the dunes and he REALLY didn’t like to go down the dunes.  The Berber coaxed and clucked and occasionally yanked him into submission and I simply held on for dear life!

Luckily, there was a car to take us home from lunch….

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