I got my leg over a horny camel in the desert!

My trusty stead for my ride in the desert was the lovely Sandy - he drooled and made weird and interesting noises like no other ride I have ever had to endure. Let me tell you Sandy was one horny devil, his sensitive nostrils could smell the female camel of our caravan from many miles away and I assure you it is not a pleasant experience being on a camel as he gets a whiff of camel fanny.



But Sandy was a lovely creature when he got his libido under control, he had the most gorgeous eyes and beautiful long lashes ... as he battered his eyes at me and flapped his grotesquely long tongue about I couldnt help but feel affection for this majestic creature.

That was at the start of our trek. After roughly 5 minutes of being bounced around on Sandy's back, I realised that certain areas of my anatomy were getting much more pummelling than I would have liked. The constant pounding on my delicate bits was not-so-pleasant and after 2 hours the fear of permanent damage began to set in. This would have been the time to hop off my trusty stead and hop onto the camel-cart that is usually brought along for tourists who get over the novelty of being on a camel and begin to have such worries.

Unfortunately for us though, we had two free-loaders on our trip, Lydia and Mirga, who insisted on lolling about on the camel-cart like ladies of leisure and refused to move their asses and relieve us of the terrible troucing our crotches were enduring. I'm not bitter I swear!

Sunset in the desert was a spectacular experience though and was amazing enough for us to forget all about the injuries we had suffered in the day.

The night-time entertainment came in the form of some local musicans - their instruments and singing provided some pleasant sounds and I'm sure they could be heard for miles around as the sound travelled across the open plains. Then after a few beers it was off to our tents for a good nights sleep.