Would you like to ride a camel?
Someday, I want to come back to Morocco and ride a camel, or better yet, an Arabian horse, across the desert, but I have no desire to pay a man 50 dirhams to ride his camel around a parking lot. It's sad and depressing. The pour thing's knees are so scarred and swollen, it squats up and down hundreds of times a day for tourists to get their picture taken sitting on a camel. I know camels do this naturally, but not as many times as it's being forced to in this parking lot. At times it lets out this horrible, guttural cry, bears it's teeth, grunting before it sits in submission.
That's not the kind of camel experience I want. But some people on our bus think it's great and they squeal and laugh as the camel jolts them around. They smile for the camera.
I'd rather pay a guy 50 dirhams to get my picture taken with these guys;
They are gorgeous and they have the most beautiful lashes and great big black eyes;
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