One hump or two?
I always wanted to say that. With today's prompt I get the chance.
It's the only camel joke I know.
I sat on a camel once. It was Tel Aviv in the mid 80s. I was a parliamentary journalist at the time and somehow got myself invited along with a bunch of travel writers on a whirlwind tour or Israel.
Marvellous country. I got to float in the Dead Sea, melt in the heat of Masada, visit the birthplace of Christ, walk the way of the cross and, best of all, sit on a camel.
The camels were there largely for a photo op.
"Get your picture on a camel."
And I got some great pictures, although I have no idea where they are these days.
I had a cheap little Kodak instamatic camera, as I recall. A point and shoot. No zoom.
So I had to get in close to get a good picture of this camel.
But this camel didn't like me getting in close and let me know it.
In the blink of an eye my eye was covered in camel spit.
Yep, this dromedary drooled all over my face.
It was a popular phrase at the time but I found no comfort in it.
After how that ungulate ingrate treated me, I wouldn't walk a mile for a camel.
Now hump on over to We Work For Cheese and see if the other participants in this writing challenge walked a mile for a camel.