Riding camels out into the desert was an experience all on its own. They are not at all like horses contrary to what you may think... you can mount them the same, like a gangsta, with a colt 45 in my right and my 9 in my left, (kisses, Zach), but really that is where the similarities end. It made me miss riding a ton. They kind of see saw their way into the standing position, unless of course, you are Doug and then the must beat your camel to make it stand. We later found out that his camel was not retarded as earlier suggested, rather it was a baby and still learning. Ironic that one of the larger guys in the groups ts the baby camel, but that’s how it goes. Also they don’t name the camels so when you ask what you camels name is they kinda just give you the first thing that comes to mind. There appeared to be two Michael Jacksons and several Moseses.
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