It should come as no surprise that one of my favorite facets of trekking through Israel was due to the presence of one of my favorite animals: the camel (duh).
To be honest, I’m not sure when my camel obsession began. Maybe it’s always been there. What I know is that, as a nomad, the camel is one animal to whom I can truly relate. (The gangly awkwardness, as well!)
They’re just such funny beasts. They look so happy and peaceful and give you the false impression that you can wrap your arms around them in a cozy embrace then WHAM! They’re all up in your grill.
My time in Israel was tainted by one individual—and trust me, you’ll hear much about him when I’m ready—an individual who nearly ruined the trip for all of us. He canceled all the fun activities we had planned, but I was going to throw a hissy fit if he kept me away from my beloved dromedaries. (Lucky for him, he didn’t even try to go there.)
Unlike my previous camel trek, in which we rode through the Sahara Desert over a few days’ time, this was a brief hour-long journey. Really, it was no different than a pony ride at your county fair. Only on a camel. In the desert. Smack dab in the Middle East.
I can’t say I wasn’t happy our trip was so brief. Have you ever tried to sit upon a bony camel for hours? It does nothing for your ass, let me tell you.
All things aside, the desert landscape was beautiful, despite the stark difference between the silky sand of the Sahara and the rocky terrain of the Negev. It wasn’t unlike the American Southwest; it vaguely reminded me of the Arizona desert in which I used to work (only sans cattle skulls littering your path).
And yes, I may or may not have had “Alice’s camel has…one hump…” running through the heads of everyone traveling with me for the duration of our trip. I’m only human.
Whoa there, sir! No need to get angry now.
That’s more like it.