6 Jun 2009
MY LOVE STORY WITH CAMELS
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I knew that cats usually love me, but I ignored that camels love me too. The first experience I had on our way to Ouarzazate, in the very south of Morocco. Near the restaurant we had stopped for lunch were camels. The guide proposed that someone should give a bottle of water to the camel. While the others were still thinking if the camel would spit and bite, I took the bottle and gave it to the camel.
See, it looked very happy ! To thank me he then throw the bottle away and tried to eat my cap !
I just could run away leaving my cap, which I picked up later (slighly damaged). Apparently the camel didn't want to keep a souvenir of me. I am deeply disappointed.
My second experience I made with the camel which took me through the Sahara to watch a romantic sunset.
Here you see the heads of my Berber and my Camel. Proudly I sat enthroned on my camel and tried to take a picture of his long eyelashes. But it didn't work. It was like sitting in a shaking boat.
When we stopped and I was sitting besides him because the group was dispersed a little all over the place to watch the sunset, he suddenly pulled his tongue out and made a funny noise.
Then he rolled to the side and on his back
rolling from one side to the other
I quickly had taken out my camera to immortalize this event. I was only a very little scared that he would fall on me but no, nothing happened. I am still alive and not reduced to a pancake.
Then he layed down happily and a man of my group took this picture.