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Saturday, August 24, 2013

the camel ride







I'd ridden a camel once before, when I was in Jordan and eight years old. I don't remember much of it. So when a friend teaching English here (who sadly leaves Chad in less than a week) invited me to come along with her and a couple of other missionaries to ride camels, you bet I was ready to go.  The best part? It only cost twelve bucks to ride for an hour.

The ride was bumpy and hard to do in a skirt, but an experience I'll never forget. Most of the time during the ride I was clinging to the horn of the "saddle" and staring out at the scenery. Camels roam here outside of the city, along with sheep, goats, cattle and donkeys. Mountains, like giant rock formations that look as if they've been slammed into the Earth, loom in the distance.

Everything here is so different and I have to pinch myself sometimes to reassure myself that yes, it's really happening. That doesn't mean I don't have hard days. Difference can be difficult. But I'm learning, slowly slowly (or as they say here in Chad, hubba hubba), how to find beauty in the easy and in the hard.

4 comments:

  1. Wow. This is Legit. Probably the most leggiest thing I've ever seen.

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  2. I'm glad you've taken these pictures...you'll never regret those. :)

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  3. First impression, "are those dinosaurs?" Yes, I wasn't wearing my reading glasses. :)

    This is just way too cool...however, I don't know if I would be brave enough to trust a camel to carry me around...they scare me. :)

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  4. Oh wow...riding camels is an interesting experience, isn't it? I did it once a few years back now, but I don't think I enjoyed it too much. However I'm sure I'd appreciate it more now, and in Chad for goodness sakes! :)

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