Back to the point. Camels, a lot bigger than I thought, and when they growl they are mean looking Mofos (yes I've just brought that word back from Grade 8). My second surprise was the big Canada flag they had hanging at the stable. On that note the group I traveled with were from all over: Jamaica, Spain, Vietnam, Brazil, U.S. and China, and our guides had some quirky associations/jingles for some of us.
Spanish - Ola ola Coca Cola..........?
Canadian - No woman no cry Canada Dry, Canada Forever
Doesn't make much sense but sounds good, and it was still one up on the Americans
Americans - Howdy howdy, Hi ho Silver Yeeeeeehaaaaaawwww
Okay, still trying to get back to the point. So the camel ride was relaxing, they took us out into the desert where we had a distant view of the pyramids and were able to just chill out and watch the sunset which was just astonishing. Now on the way back things got a bit more interesting, for me at least. Half way back my camel decided he had had enough and he was done work for the day. So he started pulling at the other two camels we were tied to and running into the other groups of camels causing a big camel jam. It was kind of like being trapped in Madusa's hair except surrounded by angry camel heads instead of snakes. I repeat, "Mean looking Mofos" So after the camel jam and attempted run away, the guide has to come and separate us from the group and have to walk back alone with the guide. Reminds me of getting in trouble in elementary school then having to walk with the teacher during recess, "Ugh, this is so humiliating."
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