Our trusty camels, Hammedi and [Long Arabic Name We Couldn’t Quite Catch], enjoying well-deserved break time in the midst of a two-hour ride from the village of M’Hamid to our desert camp site.
Nothing can prepare your rump for its first camel ride, especially a long one. The first half hour I would best describe as being racked at a slow, steady pace. The downhills on sand dunes are particularly tricky. But for those few pain-free moments when you’re riding without consciously thinking about it, it’s a trip.
The experience gave us new-found respect for camel jockeys. We cannot imagine how to stay on-hump at a full gallop.
