A house with a walled garden, softened by hedges and a new wisteria. I live surrounded by auction finds, other treasures, stores of food, stocks of wine, too many clothes, walls of books and pictures... and rooms filled with comfort and activities. I share all this with DJ and the cat. I paint, I cook, I travel and I walk. Read more on my blog...Withinthewalledgarden.blogspot.com
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Tuesday, 26 February 2013
HAVE YOU EVER RIDDEN A CAMEL?
No. Neither have I. Wild camels in Oz are large angry beasts which spit, growl and dribble so I declined a camel ride in the Sahara Desert and chose a horse and carriage ride instead. That still entailed getting dressed up in turban and thoab to keep the heat and sand out.
DJ and I climbed into the back of a "surrey with a fringe on top".
And our driver led the party out into the dunes.
As you can see they were not far behind. The camels were smaller than the Oz variety, dear little tame dromedaries, which plodded quietly along behind their camel masters. Not so calm, was our horse, which bolted through the sand dunes at the touch of leather whip from our driver and veered to a halt with the surrey embedded in the soft sand at an angle of 45 degrees and us with our turbans askew at the same angle.
We could have done with longer thoabs as we inspected the dunes and date palms on foot while we waited for the sunset. Always seem to be waiting for the sun!
And then we all came back to Sahara Douz hotel for Dinner and another day.
I shall always wonder if I should have given the camel ride a go.